The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
Be pleased to look forward, And pleased to look behind, Count today, your 40th, and each birthday With a grateful mind.
Walk a little slower, Dad Cos I am only small. I'm following in your footsteps, And I don't want to fall. Someday when I'm all grown up. You're what I want to be; Then I will have a little child, Who'll want to follow me. And I would want to lead just right, And know that I was true; So, walk a little slower, Dad, For I must follow you. A very very very Happy Birthday Dad
The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!
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 today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past
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
I'd say you have to be really committed to the field, show up for every audition and to be aware that very few make it in this field.
Happy Hour: a depressing comment on the rest of the day and a victory for the most limited Dionysian view of human nature.
There is much worth noticing that often escapes the eye.
One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.