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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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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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Domination Down Moral Reflection Smile
A good story is like a bitter pill, with the sugar coating inside of it.
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Creativity Pill Story
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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Grave Heart Nature Observation Young Yourself
Women’s weapon, water-drops.
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Tears Weapon Woman
In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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Anand Thakur
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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Country Enemy Hospital Pass Praise Yourself
A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
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Air Hot Show Vote Way
By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.
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Addiction Choice Discover Eat Habit Nature Place
Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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Appearance Life Man Side
Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Gold Greatness Wash
By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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Call Deal King Right Yourself
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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Forget Please Story Writing Yourself
This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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Fair Move Soul Wire
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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Myself Secret Story Writing
Each of us, when our day’s work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.
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Book Day Ideal Seek Silence Work
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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Appreciation Foreign Town Wife Woman Yourself

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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