Consistency is a contraceptive; it prevents the birth of new things!
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
In the birth of societies it is the chiefs of states who give it its special character; and afterward it is this special character that forms the chiefs of state.
The only name on my birth certificate was Henley, no first name.
Prevention of birth is a precipitation of murder.
Men are marked from the moment of birth to rule or be ruled.
What is birth to a man if it shall be a stain to his dead ancestors to have left such an offspring?
When real nobleness accompanies that imaginary one of birth, the imaginary seems to mix with real, and becomes real too.
Your mind gives birth to an action and, whether you like it or not, it will never let it become orphaned
Birth Control is not contraception indiscriminately and thoughtlessly practiced. It means the release and cultivation of the better racial elements in our society, and the gradual suppression, elimination and eventual extirpation of defective stocks — those human weeds which threaten the blooming of the finest flowers of American civilization.
During the first 13 centuries after the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem, no one thought of setting up a creche to celebrate Christmas. The pre-eminent Christian holiday was Easter, not Christmas.
The birth of science as we know it arguably began with Isaac Newton's formulation of the laws of gravitation and motion. It is no exaggeration to say that physics was reborn in the early 20th-century with the twin revolutions of quantum mechanics and the theory of relativity.
If Solomon counts the day of one's death better than the day of one's birth, there can be no objection why that also may not be reckoned amongst one's remarkable and happy days.
I was a poster child. . . for birth control!
I believe in intuition and inspiration. Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution. It is, strictly speaking, a real factor in scientific research.
Dying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.
My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.
Stories twist and turn and grow and meet and give birth to other stories. Here and there, one story touches another, and a familiar character, sometimes the hero, walks over the bridge from one story into another.
Birth, death, and suffering all bring us to the very edge of what our minds can understand.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.