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.
O. HENRYThe 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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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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Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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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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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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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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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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By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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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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Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.
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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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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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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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