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• People fall ill, grow old, and die. No matter what magnificent dawn illuminates your life, you will, in the end, be nailed up in a coffin and thrown in a pit.
• May your daughters' hair grow thick, black, and abundant -- all over their faces.
• May your daughters be like the flowers in the field -- wither away and fade.
• May your daughters marry men of substance: gypsies with two bears.
• You may be redneck... if your daughters' children also call you Cousin.
• Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
  .. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams....
• May your computer grow ears and start listening.
• May your son grow up to be a famous doctor, and may you be his only case.
• May your computer grow hands and massage your feet.