O. Henry Quotes (30 Quotes)

It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.

Women's weapon, water-drops.

If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

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.

When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.

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.

By rights you're a king. If I was you, I'd call for a new deal.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.

Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.

It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

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.

She would have made a splendid wife, for crying only made her eyes more bright and tender.

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.

What else can you expect from a town that's shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other

Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.

A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.

It is said that love makes the world go 'round - the announcement lacks verification. It's wind from the dinner horn that does it.

There is no well-defined boundary between honesty and dishonesty. The frontiers of one blend with the outside limits of the other, and he who attempts to tread this dangerous ground may be sometimes in one domain and sometimes in the other.

We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.

There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Again I repaired to the park and sat in the moon shade. I thought and thought, and wondered why none could tell me what I asked for.