A lazy man does not roast his game, but a diligent man prizes his possession.

The slacker does not plow in season; at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.

To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, . . .

Pay careful attention, then, to how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.

A good name is better than fine perfume, and one’s day of death is better than his day of birth.

I went past the field of a slacker and by the vineyard of a man lacking judgment. Thorns had grown up everywhere, thistles had covered the ground, and the stone wall was broken down. I observed and took it to heart; I looked and received instruction: A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and need like a bandit.

Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.

Early in the morning He went back into the temple courts. All the people came to Him, and He sat down to teach them.