The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry.

There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand.

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age -- what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.