|Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wings of time. |
Jean Paul Richter
|Thirty-five is a very attractive age; London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years.|
|Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds.
|From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
William Butler Yeats
|Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.
|A gift consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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