When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
O. HENRYThose whom we first love we seldom marry.
More O. Henry Quotes
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Be always decent and right in your home town; and when you’re on the road, never take more than four glasses of beer a day or play higher than a twenty-five-cent limit.
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What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?
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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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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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By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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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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This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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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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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life.
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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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Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.
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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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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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There 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.
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