Occupation: Screenwriter Birth: October 8, 1890 Death: October 6, 1947
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet..
The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep..
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?.
THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED..
When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near..
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends..
Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren't enough?.
Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave..