She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
O. HENRYBroadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
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If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.
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Each of us, when our day’s work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.
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What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.
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She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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Be always decent and right in your home town; and when you’re on the road, never take more than four glasses of beer a day or play higher than a twenty-five-cent limit.
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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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There are a few editor men with whom I am privileged to come in contact. It has not been long since it was their habit to come in contact with me. There is a difference.
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When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
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