If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
O. HENRYMost wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
More O. Henry Quotes
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Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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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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This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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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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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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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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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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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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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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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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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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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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