There should be a stated day for commemorating the birthday of our Savior, because there is danger that what may be done on any day, will be neglected.
High expectations weren't nurtured in my neck of nowhere back then - children weren't fawned over from an early age as 'gifted' and groomed for a prizewinning future; self-esteem was considered something you had to pick from the garden yourself.
Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
Be pleased to look forward, And pleased to look behind, Count today, your 40th, and each birthday With a grateful mind.
Work is transformative. It gives you a greater chance of a greater income. You can affect your life while you're of working age, so you have scope and opportunity. Pensioners do not.
If you want to look young and thin, hang around old fat people.
My first car was kind of sad. My first car was when my parents had completely worn out their Toyota Corolla that they had for 16 years or something. They gave me, for my 19th birthday, this really ancient Toyota. So that was my first car. And I loved it. I thought it was amazing, and I drove it cross-country. It was not aesthetically appealing in any way. It was it fast. It did not handle well, but it lasted forever. I drove cross-country and back, and then I gave it to my sister, and she drove it for another 10 years.
I wanted to show I had balls at age 60. Just because society says I'm old, doesn't mean that I am. I'm pursuing happiness, even if it makes the people around me unhappy.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.
We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.
No love is greater than that of a father for His son.
To divide one's life by years is of course to tumble into a trap set by our own arithmetic. The calendar consents to carry on its dull wall-existence by the arbitrary timetables we have drawn up in consultation with those permanent commuters, Earth and Sun. But we, unlike trees, need grow no annual rings.
Live for something rather than die for nothing.
It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.
And send him many years of sunshine days!
But we're going to smile and pretend we're fine with the dorky birthmas gifts because people do not get that they can't mush a birthday into christmas.
If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.
Congratulations on turning 60 Now you can wear what you like No one cares, and more particularly You're fine telling 'em 'Take a hike'