Every young man would do well to remember that all successful business stands on the foundation of morality.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.

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.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

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.'

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

I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'

The best way to remember your wife's birthday is to remember it once.