O. HENRY, THE PSEUDONYM OF WILLIAM SYDNEY PORTER (1862 –1910), WAS A PROMINENT AMERICAN SHORT STORY WRITER, BEST KNOWN FOR HIS IRONIC PLOT TWISTS AND SURPRISE ENDINGS.
“To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.”
“If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.”
“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.”
“Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.”
“We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.”
“She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the
air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.”
“No friendship is an accident.”
“All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day. We must act in one another’s presence just as we must wear clothes. It is for the best.”
“I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.”
“The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
“He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.”
“The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one's gloves.”
“There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.”
“He studied cities as women study their reflections.”
“Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.”
"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."
"But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m."
“But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
“Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something.”
“And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest.”
“Knowledge is a strong stream of water turned on us through a hose. It disturbs our roots.”
"Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you..."
“In front the sea was spread, a smiling jailer, but even more incorruptible than the frowning mountains.”
“To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she worships.”
~ O. Henry, A Retrieved Reformation
“If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they’d never marry.”
~ O. Henry, The Four Million
“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.”
~ O. Henry, The Green Door
“Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.”
~ O. Henry, Selected Stories
“She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the
air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.”
~ O. Henry, The Complete Life of John Hopkins
“No friendship is an accident.”
~ O. Henry, Heart of the West
“All of us have to be prevaricators, hypocrites and liars every day of our lives; otherwise the social structure would fall into pieces the first day. We must act in one another’s presence just as we must wear clothes. It is for the best.”
~ O. Henry, An Early Parable
“I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.”
~ O. Henry, The Complete Works of O. Henry
“The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.”
~ O. Henry, Selected Stories
“The most notable thing about Time is that it is so purely relative. A large amount of reminiscence is, by common consent, conceded to the drowning man; and it is not past belief that one may review an entire courtship while removing one's gloves.”
~ O. Henry, The Cactus
“There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“He studied cities as women study their reflections.”
~ O. Henry, The Best Short Stories of O. Henry
“Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.”
~ O. Henry, The Voice of the City
"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."
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
"But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m."
~ O. Henry, The Four Million
“But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest.”
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“Knowledge is a strong stream of water turned on us through a hose. It disturbs our roots.”
~ O. Henry, The Higher Pragmatism
"Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you..."
~ O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi
“In front the sea was spread, a smiling jailer, but even more incorruptible than the frowning mountains.”
~ O. Henry, Cabbages and Kings
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