Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
O. HENRYBroadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
O. HENRYIf man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
O. HENRYWhenever 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.
O. HENRYYoung 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 a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
O. HENRYWe may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
O. HENRYA burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
O. HENRYThere 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.
O. HENRYInject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
O. HENRYThis fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
O. HENRYA straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
O. HENRYHe studied cities as women study their reflections.
O. HENRYShe plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
O. HENRYI’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
O. HENRYA 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. HENRYThere 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.
O. HENRY