For wisdom is a defence, and money is a defence: but the excellency of knowledge is, that wisdom giveth life to them that have it.

Then said I, Wisdom is better than strength: nevertheless the poor man's wisdom is despised, and his words are not heard.

Wisdom is better than weapons of war: but one sinner destroyeth much good.

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.

Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.

But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,

How much better is it to get wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather to be chosen than silver!

The getting of treasures by a lying tongue is a vanity tossed to and fro of them that seek death.

Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased;

Though while he lived he blessed his soul: and men will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself.

Man that is in honour, and understandeth not, is like the beasts that perish.

I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards:

I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:

I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.

There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided?

Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I hate every false way.