Does anything exist about which someone might say, "Look at this! Is this new?" It happened ages ago; it existed before we did.

Whenever I wanted something I had seen, I never refused that desire. Instead, I enjoyed everything I did, and this became the reward in what I had undertaken.

So I commended the dead who had already died as being happier than the living who are still alive.

Among the things I seek but have not found: one man among a thousand I did find, but I have not found one woman to be wise among all these.

There is a tragedy that infects everything that happens on earth: a common event happens to everyone. In fact, the hearts of human beings are full of evil. Madness remains in their hearts while they live, and afterwards they join the dead.

"While someone is among the living, hope remains," because "it is better to be a living dog than to be a dead lion."

At least the living know they will die, but the dead know nothing; they no longer have a reward, since memory about them has been forgotten.

As dead flies cause the perfumer's ointment to stink, so also does a little foolishness to one's reputation of wisdom and honor.

For God will judge every deed, along with every secret, whether good or evil.