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Birthday Quotes - Page 32

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

Samuel Johnson (2014). “The Letters of Samuel Johnson, Volume II: 1773-1776”, p.75, Princeton University Press

At seventy-seven it is time to be in earnest.

'A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland' (1775) 'Col'

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.

Rudyard Kipling (2016). “Plain Tales from the Hills”, p.208, Rudyard Kipling

With my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to 'the best woman a man ever had.' The waiter joined me.

Rodney Dangerfield (2009). “It's Not Easy Bein' Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs”, p.34, Zondervan

We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.

Robert Louis Stevenson (2015). “The Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson: Novels, Short Stories, Poems, Plays, Memoirs, Travel Sketches, Letters and Essays (Illustrated Edition): The Entire Opus of Scottish novelist, poet, essayist and travel writer, containing Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, Catriona and A Child's Garden of Verses”, p.4553, e-artnow

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

"Changes". Poem by Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton, published in John Bartlett "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Robert Browning (1872). “In a balcony. Dramatis personae. Dramatic romances”, p.141

Its better to wear out than to rust out.

In George Horne 'The Duty of Contending for the Faith' (1786) p. 21n.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1981). “The Portable Emerson: New Edition”, p.65, Penguin

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

Phoebe Cary (1868). “Poems of Faith, Hope, and Love”, p.118