If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
O. HENRYWhenever 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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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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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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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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There 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.
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What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
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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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By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
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When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
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A 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.
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If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
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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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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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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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Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.
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