"It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York." — O. Henry

I have been called 'The American De Maupassant.' Well, I never wrote a filthy word in my life, and I don't like to be compared to a filthy writer.

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

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.

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