Ecclesiastes 4:4, 7-8

Then I observed all the work and ambition motivated by envy. What a waste! Smoke. And spitting into the wind.

I turned my head and saw yet another wisp of smoke on its way to nothingness: a solitary person, completely alone—no children, no family, no friends—yet working obsessively late into the night, compulsively greedy for more and more, never bothering to ask, “Why am I working like a dog, never having any fun? And who cares?” More smoke. A bad business.