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Whenever 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.
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Grudge Hands Man Personal Way
I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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Lamp Myself Stand
It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
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Ourselves Road Travel Way
When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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Art Love Oneself Service
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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Fortune Prize Road Shadow Win
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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Ethnicity Identity Race State
We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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Achieve Climate Ourselves
There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
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Day Oneself Ourselves Patriotic
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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Forget Please Story Writing Yourself
Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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Friendship Oneself Wonderful Word
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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Advice Benefit Brave Coward Hold Yourself
Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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Bridge Comfortable Eyes Language Widow
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
This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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Fair Move Soul Wire
A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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Creativity Pill Story
By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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Call Deal King Right Yourself

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