Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
O. HENRYWhen one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.
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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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A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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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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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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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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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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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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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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Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man’s starving!
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You can’t appreciate home till you’ve left it, money till it’s spent, your wife till she’s joined a woman’s club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.
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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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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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