A dinner invitation, once accepted, is a sacred obligation. If you die before the dinner takes place, your executor must attend.

A man with a million dollars can be as happy nowadays as though he were rich.

There is but one season of the year when salmon should be served hot at a choice repast that is in the spring and early summer, and even then it is too satisfying, nut sufficiently delicate. The man who gives salmon during the winter, I care not what sauce he serves with it, does an injury to himself and his guests.

The success of the dinner depends as much upon the company as the cook. Discordant elements - people invited alphabetically, or to pay off debts - are fatal.