Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
Quotes by O. Henry