New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday.
Only then, approaching my fortieth birthday, I made philosophy my life’s work.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Presents don’t really mean much to me. I don’t want to sound mawkish, but – it was the realization that I have a great many people in my life who really love me, and who I really love.
The best way to remember your wife’s birthday is to remember it once.
E. Joseph Cossman