Samuel "Sam" Hoffenstein

Samuel "Sam"
Hoffenstein
1890
1947

Russian-born American Screenwriter, Musical Composer, Newspaper Writer

Author Quotes

What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise, can you imagine what awful screeching?

Babies haven't any hair; old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lies a haircut and a shave.

I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.

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.

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.

Our grandeur lies in our illusions.

Real wealth is the soul in repose.

Author Picture
First Name
Samuel "Sam"
Last Name
Hoffenstein
Birth Date
1890
Death Date
1947
Bio

Russian-born American Screenwriter, Musical Composer, Newspaper Writer