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A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.

O. Henry

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
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Adventure Calculate Fate Greatness True
By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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Call Deal King Right Yourself
It’s said that love makes the world go around. Let me tell you, the announcement lacks verification. It’s the wind from the dinner horn that does it.
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Horn Love Myself Verify Wind World
You can’t appreciate home till you’ve left it, money till it’s spent, your wife till she’s joined a woman’s club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.
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Appreciation Foreign Town Wife Woman Yourself
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
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Invisible Strand Woman
Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.
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Grudge Hands Man Personal Way
Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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Happiness Life Perfection
Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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Bridge Comfortable Eyes Language Widow
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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Fortune Prize Road Shadow Win
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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Book Day Ideal Seek Silence Work
Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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Love Marriage
Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.
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Beginning Count Funeral Medicine Myself Patience Power
This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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Fair Move Soul Wire
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Art Himself Respect Time
It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
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Ourselves Road Travel Way
It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.
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Ambition Color Courage Darkness Man Sunshine

A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.

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