I’m not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy’s charm, but he took life just as it came.

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.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage.

There’s a lust in man, no charm can tame, of loudly publishing our neighbor’s shame.

My purpose in life does not include a hankering to charm society.

The vicious count their years; virtuous, their acts.

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

Whatever a man has in superabundance is owed, of natural right, to the poor for their for their sustenance.

Where charity keeps pace with gain, industry is blessed.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.