I love you Just coz Please forgive me I'm soz

Six happy years together Such a perfect matching You're entering the 7 year itch zone This is no time for scratching

Take life with a pinch of salt A shot of tequila and a wedge of lime Do nothing at all But take your time

The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!

May today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past

It started with a simple ring, You became husband and wife, You progressed to being parents And you're still best friends for life.

May every memory that you share Of dreams you've seen come true, Help make this special anniversary day A happy one, for the two of you

Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes aren't final, when You only mean we'll miss you Until we meet again

May you always be each other's best friend, May your mutual love continue to be so May your successful marriage continue to thrive May love flourish, prosper, bloom and grow

It's all flags, fireworks, family, food and fun That's July Four July Five, the fun is done The fireworks are no more

You really must stop acting Like a 20-year-old, gold plated In a midlife crisis You just graduated Happy 60th

When your focus is too narrow you can miss the big picture.

To be thankful for just being alive...To survive means to win... That only applies to animals, but I'm a human being!

the sword of revolution is sharpened on the whetting stone of ideas-bhagat singh in court during his trial, india's struggle for freedom

I'd like another child, and maybe if it doesn't work out, I'll adopt.

O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.

You cannot really conceive of how insulting it is to Native Americans to be told they were discovered.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Fantasy isn't something you run out of.

I get blamed for things I have nothing to do with.

If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?