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

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.

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

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

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.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.