Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
O. HENRYWhat 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?
More O. Henry Quotes
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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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In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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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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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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By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.
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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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Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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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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Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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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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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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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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