One father is more than a hundred Schoolemasters. ~George Herbert, Outlandish Proverbs, 1640
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~Robert Frost
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~Robert Frost
First you forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly. ~Branch Rickey
Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. ~Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body. ~Author Unknown
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now. ~Author Unknown
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