Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man’s starving!
O. HENRYHospitality 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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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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If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.
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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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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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A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow’s grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.
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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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It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.
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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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I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
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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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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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