What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
O. HENRYIf 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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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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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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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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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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Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr’s.
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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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He studied cities as women study their reflections.
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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.
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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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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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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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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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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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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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