Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it.
Gladys. . work has kept you fit And Bill. . you never moan Well life's not for carrying cases With a butler of your own
Walk a little slower, Dad Cos I am only small. I'm following in your footsteps, And I don't want to fall. Someday when I'm all grown up. You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child, Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So, walk a little slower, Dad, For I must follow you. A very very very Happy Birthday Dad
The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!
Be pleased to look forward, And pleased to look behind, Count today, your 40th, and each birthday With a grateful mind.
It started with a simple ring, You became husband and wife, You progressed to being parents And you're still best friends for life.
May today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past
He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.
I mentioned the non-competitive spirit explicitly, because these days, excellence is a fashionable concept. But excellence is a competitive notion, and that is not what we are heading for: we are heading for perfection.
When you want to be a designer today, you are in a subversion.
For me the meaning of my work is much more fluid.