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.
O. HENRYIt 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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There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.
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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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Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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No friendship is an accident.
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My advice to you, if you should ever be in a hold up, is to line up with the cowards and save your bravery for an occasion when it may be of some benefit to you.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
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Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.
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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 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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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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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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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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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 was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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