That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is lacking cannot be numbered.

I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth, What use is it?

I sought in my heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting my heart with wisdom; and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what was good for the sons of men, which they should do under heaven all the days of their life.

I made myself great works; I built houses; I planted vineyards:

I made myself gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them with all kind of fruit:

I made myself pools of water, with which to water the forest that brings forth trees:

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had made, and on the labor that I had expended on it: and, behold, all was vanity and like grasping the wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

He has made every thing beautiful in its time: also he has put eternity in men's hearts, so that no man can find out the work that God does from the beginning to the end.

I said in my heart concerning the condition of the sons of men, that God might reveal them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.

For out of prison he comes to reign; yet he that is born in his kingdom might become poor.

Whatever has been is named already, and it is known that this is man: neither may he contend with him that is mightier than he.

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

Surely oppression makes a wise man mad; and a bribe destroys the heart.

Consider the work of God: for who can make that straight, which he has made crooked?

Lo, this only have I found, that God has made man upright; but they have sought out many devices.

Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.

A feast is made for laughter, and wine makes merry: but money answers all things.