New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

There is still no cure for the common birthday.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

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.

It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said 'Remember my son if you ever need a helping hand you'll find one at the end of your arm.'

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents and only one for birthday presents you know.

It is lovely when I forget all birthdays including my own to find that somebody remembers me.

The way I see it you should live everyday like its your birthday.

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

For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier... I put them in the same room and let them fight it out.