To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
O. HENRYEach 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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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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It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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No friendship is an accident.
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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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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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Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
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Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man’s starving!
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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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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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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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We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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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 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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There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
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The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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