Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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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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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If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
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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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Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
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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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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
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There are a few editor men with whom I am privileged to come in contact. It has not been long since it was their habit to come in contact with me. There is a difference.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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East is East, and West is San Francisco, according to Californians. Californians are a race of people; they are not merely inhabitants of a State.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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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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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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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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There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
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Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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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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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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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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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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