Youth is a disease from which we all recover. ~Dorothy Fulheim
Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby
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
Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that'll get you home earlier. ~Dan Bennett
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely. ~Ogden Nash
There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn
Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968
Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. ~Menachem Mendel Schneerson
One father is more than a hundred Schoolemasters. ~George Herbert, Outlandish Proverbs, 1640
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, "Virginibus Puerisque II," Virginibus Puerisque, 1881
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. ~Bob Hope
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
