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Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is
no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust
-- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a
lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired,
January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the
very loss which occasioned its existence.
-- Lord Byron
1788-1824, British Poet
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.
-- Cliff Fadiman
American Writer
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
1709-1784, British Author
I'm sorry you are wiser, I sorry you are taller; I liked you better
foolish and I liked you better smaller.
-- Aline Murray Kilmer
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
-- Jean Paul Richter
1763-1825, German Novelist |
