Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.
O. HENRYIt’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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To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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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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There are a few editor men with whom I am privileged to come in contact. It has not been long since it was their habit to come in contact with me. There is a difference.
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Those whom we first love we seldom marry.
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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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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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He studied cities as women study their reflections.
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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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It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.
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There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
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There is a saying that no man has tasted the full flavor of life until he has known poverty, love, and war.
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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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A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
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Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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