She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
O. HENRYYou 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.
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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He studied cities as women study their reflections.
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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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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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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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If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
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Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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No friendship is an accident.
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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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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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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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Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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