There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.
O. HENRYThere 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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A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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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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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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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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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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Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow’s grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.
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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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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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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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By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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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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