THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED.
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. - Samuel Hoffenstein
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.
- Samuel Hoffenstein
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching? - Samuel Hoffenstein
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. - Samuel Hoffenstein
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. - Samuel Hoffenstein
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.
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet. - Samuel Hoffenstein
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends. - Samuel Hoffenstein
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.
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. - Samuel Hoffenstein
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.
Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren't enough? - Samuel Hoffenstein
Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren't enough?
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