May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
—Frank Sinatra (1915–1998) American Singer
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.
—Clifton Fadiman (1904–99) American Author, Radio Personality
Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang Happy Birthday.
—Steven Wright (b.1955) American Comedian, Actor, Writer
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
—Abraham Lincoln (1809–65) American Head of State
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgets them.
—Ogden Nash (1902–71) American Writer of Sophisticated Light Verse
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
—Victor Hugo (1802–85) French Novelist
All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.
—George Harrison (1943–2001) English Singer
Hope your Birthday gently breezes into your life all the choicest of things and all that your heart holds dear Have a Fun-Filled Day.
—Steven Wright (b.1955) American Comedian, Actor, Writer
Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed.
—Charles M. Schulz (1922–2000) American Cartoonist, Writer, Artist
Old age is fifteen years older than I am.
—Bernard M. Baruch (1870–1965) American Financier, Economic Consultant
From our birthday, until we die, is but the winking of an eye.
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939) Irish Poet, Dramatist
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.
—Robert Frost (1874–1963) American Poet
Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.
—George William Curtis (1824–92) American Essayist, Public Speaker, Editor, Author
Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, “ye cannot enter the kingdom of God.” One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.
—Dorothy L. Sayers (1893–1957) British Crime Writer