The lower your decolletage, the less the need for conversation.

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution.

Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. They'll think you're a genius.

Charm is getting people to say "yes" without ever having to ask them a question.

Give me a strong back, over a soft heart.

Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention it'll start yipping at the most inopportune times.