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 Copy Share Image
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet. — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“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 are here.” — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren't enough? — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends. — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living… — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching? — Samuel Hoffenstein Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
