I like to go to anybody else's birthday and if I'm invited I'm a good guest. But I never celebrate my birthdays. I really don't care.

My ace in the hole as a human being used to be my capacity for remembering birthdays. I worked at it. Whenever I made a new friend I made a point of finding out his or her birthday early on and I would record it in my Filofax calendar.

I trained to be a priest - started to. I went to seminary school when I was 11. I wanted to be a priest but when they told me I could never have sex not even on my birthday I changed my mind.

I'm amazed. When I was 40 I thought I'd never make 50. And at 50 I thought the frosting on the cake would be 60. At 60 I was still going strong and enjoying everything.

A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday.

The cat could very well be man's best friend but would never stoop to admitting it.

No matter how good you are at planning the pressure never goes away. So I don't fight it. I feed off it. I turn pressure into motivation to do my best.

No human being is constituted to know the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth and even the best of men must be content with fragments with partial glimpses never the full fruition.

Sleep is good death is better but of course the best thing would to have never been born at all.

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.