This quote is written / told by Robert Wagner somewhere between February 10, 1930 and today. He was a famous Actor from USA.
The author also have 23 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"
"Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young"
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character"