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. HENRYThere 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.
More O. Henry Quotes
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By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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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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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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Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
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Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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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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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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Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.
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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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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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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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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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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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Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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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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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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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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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?
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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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