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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.

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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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Horn Love Myself Verify Wind World
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Art Himself Respect Time
No friendship is an accident.
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Accident Friendship
It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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Beautiful Greatness Simplicity True
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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Clear Couch
By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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Addiction Choice Discover Eat Habit Nature Place
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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Book Day Ideal Seek Silence Work
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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Art Love Oneself Service
Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Gold Greatness Wash
All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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Brilliant Declare Encouragement Greatness Woman
History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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Bright Charm History Home Man Women
Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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Love Marriage
In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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Anand Thakur
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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Country Enemy Hospital Pass Praise Yourself
Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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Tears Weapon Woman
When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster. I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That’s the story.
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Disaster Face Myself Reason See Story

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