We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.

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.

If you look over the years, the styles have changed - the clothes, the hair, the production, the approach to the songs. The icing to the cake has changed flavors. But if you really look at the cake itself, it's really the same.

A gift, with a kind countenance, is a double present.

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.