meaningless
a chasing after the wind
What does a man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north, round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from, there they return again.
All things are wearisome, more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear has its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again, there is nothing new under the sun.
What is twisted cannot be straightened, what is lacking cannot be counted.
The wise man has eyes in his head, while the fool walks in the darkness, but i came to realize that the same fate overtakes them both.
Whoever loves money never has money enough, whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.
As goods increase, so do those who consume them.
The end of the matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.
Wisdom is a shelter as money is a shelter, but the advantage of knowledge is this: that wisdom preserves the life of its possessor.
Wisdom makes one wise man more powerful than ten rulers in a city.
Do not pay attention to every word people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you, for you know in your heart that many times you yourself have cursed others.
The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?
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