Men read maps better than women because only men can understand the concept of an inch equaling a hundred miles.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.
Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.
Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.
Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
Life should begin with age and its privileges and accumulations, and end with youth and its capacity to splendidly enjoy such advantages.
Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.
Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition, but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.
Live as you will wish to have lived when you are dying.
Our duty is to preserve what the past has had to say for itself, and to say for ourselves what shall be true for the future.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?
Your past is not your potential. In any hour you can choose to liberate the future.
If you want to be happy, be.
You'll find as you grow older that you weren't born such a great while ago after all. The time shortens up.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
Why party like it is 1999 when you can party like it is your birthday?
I ain't as good as I once was, But I'm as good once as I ever was.
Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass
The real sadness of fifty is not that you change so much but that you change so little.
I occasionally get birthday cards from fans. But it's often the same message: They hope it's my last.
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