But I guess that's the way it is. When you lose something irreplaceable, you don't mourn for the thing you lost. you mourn for yourself. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
Susan, an only child who never had any roots, and I, a lone wolf who got married 20 years to late, were adopted by… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
The passing of an ordinary man is sad. The passing of a great man is tragic, and doubly tragic when the greatness passes before… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
But I guess that's the way it is. When you lose something irreplaceable, you don't mourn for the thing you lost. you mourn for… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
In 1944 James Arthur and Minnie Susan were added to the Marx household. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
In the house in Beverly Hills where our four children grew up, living conditions were a few thousand times improved over the old tenement… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. "Harpo my boy," he… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
I saw the most frightening, most depressing sight I had ever seen - a row of stores with Stars of David and the word… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
I am the most fortunate self-taught harpist and non-speaking actor who has ever lived. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
If things get too much for you and you feel the whole world's against you, go stand on your head. If you can think… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
“My name is whaddya care My home is anywhere People say I'm awful dumb So I thought to you I'd come” — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
I don't know whether my life has been a success or a failure. But not having any anxiety about becoming one instead of the… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
He looked like something that had gotten loose from Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
In the fall of 1943 we brought home our second son, whom we named Alexander. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
Like the East Side tenement, our house was seldom without the sound of music or laughter or questions being asked or stories being told. — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
