A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
O. HENRYHumans 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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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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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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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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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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Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.
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Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
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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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She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed–necessary but scarcely noticed.
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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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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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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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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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We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.
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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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