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.
The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday.
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.
When I turned 60, it didn’t bother me at all.