Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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.
More O. Henry Quotes
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Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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If 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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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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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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We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
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Hospitality in the prairie country is not limited. Even if your enemy passes your way, you must feed him before you shoot him.
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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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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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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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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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A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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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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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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