Author: Laura Gilvin

What has a man from all the toil and striving of heart with which he toils beneath…

So I turned about and gave my heart up to despair over all the toil of my…

And who knows whether he will be wise or a fool? Yet he will be master of…

So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was GRIEVOUS to me, for all…

For of the wise as of the fool there is no enduring remembrance, seeing in that the…

The wise person has his eyes in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. And yet…

So I turned to consider wisdom and madness and folly. For what can the man do who…

Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended on doing…

And whatever my eyes desired I did not keep from them. I kept my heart from no…

So I became great and surpassed all who were before me in Jerusalem. Also my wisdom remained…