Trouble is a sieve through which we sift our acquaintances. Those too big to pass through are our friends.

Self-love is so monogamous that no one is going to take the trouble to break the affair up for you.

Charm might be described as enlightened self-interest, a development of one's best self. ... In the simplest possible terms, I think genuine charm is an unmotivated interest in others.

Frankly, I've come to feel that there are two kinds of people: those who act like thermometers and those who act like thermostats.

Life is the best party I've ever been invited to.

Counterfeit charm is worse than none at all.

apathy is about as near to the undertaker as you can get.