Therefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is done under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and like grasping the wind.
A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth.
Weep not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep bitterly for him that goes away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.