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.
O. HENRYA good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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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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She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
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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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Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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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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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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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
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Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow’s grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.
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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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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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