The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

Power without abuse loses its charm.

There is a sort of charm in ugliness if the person has some redeeming qualities and is only ugly enough.

Charm is a product of the unexpected.

Charm, in most men and nearly all women, is a decoration.

I succeeded on sort of chutzpah and charm. No technique at all didn’t know what I was doing, but it worked and the character suited me.

I am ugly, but what I do have is charm.

I don’t see myself as extremely handsome. I just figure I can charm you into liking me.

The flapper has charm, good looks, good clothes, intellect and a healthy point of view.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Time’s stern tide, with cold Oblivion’s wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

I’m not imperceptible to masculine charm, but, well, you know, I can flirt.

Charm is a glow within a woman which casts a most becoming light on others.

A plain woman is one who, however beautiful, neglects to charm.

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world will let them.

I keep a lucky red rag in my pocket when I bat, which has been a good luck charm for a few years.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.

Charm is a woman’s strength just as strength is a man’s charm.

Charm is the quality in others, that makes us more satisfied with ourselves.