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                                    But never mind; faint heart never won true Friend. O Friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my Friend I may be yours.                                
                                                        — Henry David Thoreau
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Don't let 'em see they killed you!                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    It's a lot cleaner when Command kills you on purpose ... than when they do it by accident.                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Will you buy my hair?                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    Art does not have to be dull, to be effective; the artist does not have to be a bore, to be real.                                
                                                        — Burton Raffel
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    One dollar and eighty-seven cents.                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I adapted an O. Henry short story called 'By Courier,' which got nominated for a Best Short Subject Oscar.                                
                                                        — Peter Riegert
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    By Thy power, let there be peace, O God!                                
                                                        — Henry Dunant
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could ache.                                
                                                        — Henry Vaughan
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    My life is like an O Henry story ... the funniest girl in the world and the boy who never laughs.                                
                                                        — Rainbow Rowell
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Mrs. May winced. She thought the word Jesus should be kept inside the church building like other words inside the bedroom.                                
                                                        — Flannery O'Connor
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Into the soul of every student I would have instilled the patriotic fervor of Patrick Henry.                                
                                                        — David O. McKay
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    She was a good Christian woman with a large respect for religion, though she did not, of course, believe any of it was true.                                
                                                        — Flannery O'Connor
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    That's it. Keep that edge. Fight like there's no tomorrow.                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I'm in the infantry. What you just showed me, for us that's not even good pornography.                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Your people sell the weapons. My people use them.                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Those whom we first love we seldom marry                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I constantly worry about my family and my kids. 'Are they O.K., what are they doing right now?'                                
                                                        — Dwight Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Therm-bombs! Drop 'em right on us! I been roasted before - it's nothing!                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Bolivar cannot carry double                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by
Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
				                                                            
                                    Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment. 
— Henry David Thoreau
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				— Henry David Thoreau
				                                                            
                                    This is what I hate most about guys like you. You didn't even try.                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O sin, what hast thou done to this fair earth!                                
                                                        — Richard Henry Dana Jr.
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!                                
                                                        — Henry Austin Dobson
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Wesley, the younger child, had had rheumatic fever when he was seven and Mrs. May thought this was what had caused him to be an intellectual.                                
                                                        — Flannery O'Connor
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Write what you like; there is no other rule.                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Because Banshees don't think much of medals!                                
                                                        — Henry V. O'Neil
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest.                                
                                                        — Henry David Thoreau
                        
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    It's an awful thing to hear a strong, desperate, fat man scream incontinently in a cave at daybreak.                                
                                                        — O. Henry
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Henry Fonda gave me a spanking during a scene in Spencer's Mountain.                                
                                                        — Maureen O'Hara
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
                        
                                				
        		        				
                                				
        		        				
				                                                            
                                    Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.                                
                                                        — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow