Under the Sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor wealth to the intelligent, nor success to the skillful, but time and chance govern all. For man does not know his time.

In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes.

From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things.

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

The desire, which is accomplished, is sweet to the soul.

Do not let kindness and truth leave you; Bind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart.