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. HENRYIf you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
More O. Henry Quotes
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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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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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East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.
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If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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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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Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
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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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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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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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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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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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