In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
O. HENRYWomen’s weapon, water-drops.
More O. Henry Quotes
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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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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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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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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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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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We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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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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No friendship is an accident.
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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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This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
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The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
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Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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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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