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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.

O. Henry

I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
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Myself Secret Story Writing
If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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Life Live Person Poverty War
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
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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Beginning Hilarious Man Sorrow
If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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Atmosphere Live Money Pay Yourself
When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster. I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That’s the story.
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Disaster Face Myself Reason See Story
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
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Day Oneself Ourselves Patriotic
To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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Herself Impossible Love Power Quite Relationship Woman Worship
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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Air Breathe Life Necessary Notice Scarce
By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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Addiction Choice Discover Eat Habit Nature Place
Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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Conversation Existence Taste
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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Difference Grief Light Old Remain Sorrow
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
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
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
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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Best Move Picture Round World

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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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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