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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
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