The soul who labors is a laborer for himself, for his mouth urges him on.
In all pain there is profit, but the word of the lips tends only to poverty.
There is a way seeming right to a man’s face, but the end of it is the ways of death.
A man of worthlessness digs up evil things, and on his lips it is like a burning fire.
If you are wise, you shall be wise for yourself, but if you scorn, you alone shall bear it.
All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.