Monday, March 20, 2006
Birthday Greetings
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journal D (1838-1839), 198:
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After thirty a man wakes up sad every morning.Albert Camus, The Plague (tr. S. Gilbert):
At thirty one's beginning to age, and one's got to squeeze all one can out of life.Henri Troyat, Chekhov, tr. M.H. Heim (New York: E.P. Dutton, 1986), p. 288:
When we're young, we all chirp fervently like sparrows on a dung-heap, but we're old by the time we reach forty, and we start thinking of death.Ogden Nash, Lines On Facing Forty:
I have a bone to pick with Fate.Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (tr. J. Coulson):
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?
I am forty now, and forty years is a lifetime; it is extreme old age. To go on living after forty is unseemly, disgusting, immoral! Who goes on living after forty? Give me a sincere and honest answer! I'll tell you: fools and rogues.
