Samuel Hoffenstein Quotes

United States, Screenwriter
October 8, 1890 – October, 6, 1947.

Samuel "Sam" Hoffenstein (October 8, 1890 - October 6, 1947) was a screenwriter and a musical composer. Born in Russia, he emigrated to the United States and began a career in New York City as a newspaper writer and in the entertainment business. In 1931 he moved to Los Angeles, where he lived for the rest of his life and where he wrote the scripts for over thirty movies.

Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren't enough?

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Man
- Sexes
- Breathes
THE HEART'S DEAD ARE NEVER BURIED.

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Heart
- Hearts
- 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.

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Feel
- Same
- Lonely
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
- Men
- Hair
- Babies
What a lucky thing the wheel was invented before the automobile; otherwise can you imagine the awful screeching?

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Imagine
- Awful
- Automobile
My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Soul
- Dark
- Diet
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.

Samuel Hoffenstein
- Friends
- Candle
- Foes
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
- Long
- Peace
- Rest