May the sun smile sweetly. May the rain fall softly. May a breeze ruffle your hair. May your host receive you with charm. May your rest be calm. May you be glad wherever you are.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering–all at once.

Every autobiography…becomes an absorbing work of fiction, with something of the charm of a cryptogram.

Stupidity has a certain charm – ignorance does not

Women hide their imperfections instead of accepting them as an added charm.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.