Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear…
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
Your birthday as my own to me is dear…
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.
Every ten years a man should give himself a good kick in the pants.
Men are like wine: some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.
The entire world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.
The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.
Everyone over 50 should be issued every week with a wet fish in a plastic bag by the Post Office so that, whenever you see someone young and happy, you can hit them as hard as you can across the face.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
First you forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.
A well adjusted woman is one who not only knows what she wants for her birthday, but even knows what she’s going to exchange it for.
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Here’s a birthday spanking,
Sent you on a card,
One, Two, Three,
Put them right on hard,
Four, Five, Six
One to live on, one to grow on,
One to make you fat…
Sent you on a card,
One, Two, Three,
Put them right on hard,
Four, Five, Six
One to live on, one to grow on,
One to make you fat…
I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now.
Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that’ll get you home earlier.
Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again.
No wise man ever wished to be younger.
Old age: A great sense of calm and freedom. When the passions have relaxed their hold, you may have escaped, not from one master but from many.
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