This quote is written / told by Don Rickles somewhere between May 8, 1926 and today. He/she was a famous Comedian from USA.
The author also have 3 other quotes.
"My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane"
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time"
