In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
O. HENRYNow, 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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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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Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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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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If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.
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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
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Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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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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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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O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
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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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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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What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
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