It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
O. HENRYHospitality 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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If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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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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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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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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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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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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There 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.
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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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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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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 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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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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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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