Thanks, Mom for always being there For showing me such love and care. Thanks for all you've done and do How I turned out is down to you I love you Have a lovely birthday

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

The universe is in fact a multiverse.

Robert Treat Paine was a signer of the Declaration of Independence.

I started drawing at a very young age. Writing a story wasn't satisfying, but to actually draw our own world - it's like controlling your own dreams.

Bear good fortune modestly.

Obviously, anyone who has seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith knows that husband and wife married spies is something that I find particularly interesting.

I beg of you, you good people who want to hear stories told: look at this page and recognize the wisdom of my grandmother and of all old story-telling women!

All of our existing ideas have creative possibilities.

Having a body is in itself the greatest threat to the mind... The body encloses the mind in a fortress; before long the mind is besieged on all sides, and in the end the mind has to give itself up.

The Gospel is ‘Good News’, not ‘Good History’, because when it’s preached, it happens.

My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.