Baar baar yeh din aaye,
baar baar yeh dil gaaye,
tu jiye hazaro saal,
yehi hai meri aarzoo,
Happy Birthday To You !!!”
At twenty-one, so many things appear solid, permanent, untenable.
At twenty years of age, the will reigns; at thirty, the wit; and at forty, the judgment
At times is it seems that I am living my life backward, and that at the approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered with wrinkles-wrinkles that my ancestors and parents most assiduously put there and that I had the greatest trou
At seventy-seven it is time to be earnest.
At middle age the soul should be opening up like a rose, not closing up like a cabbage.
At age 50, everyone has the face he deserves.
At 20 years of age the will reigns; at 30 the wit; and at 40 the judgment.
At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two…