Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.
So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
A good name is better than fine perfume; and the day of death better than the day of one’s birth.
Don’t weep for the dead. Don’t bemoan him; but weep bitterly for him who goes away, for he will return no more, and not see his native country.