Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what here sorrow was, and she replied, We are a family of hunters. My father was eaten by a tiger. My husband was bitten by a tiger and died. And now my only son! Why don't you move down and live in the valley? Why do you continue to live up here? asked Confucius. And the woman replied, But sir, there are no tax collectors here! Confucius added to his disciples, You see, a bad government is more to be feared than tigers.

Only he who handles his ideas lightly is master of his ideas, and only he who is master of his ideas is not enslaved by them.

Once Confucius was walking on the mountains and he came across a woman weeping by a grave. He asked the woman what here sorrow was, and she replied, We are a family of hunters. My father was eaten by a tiger. My husband was bitten by a tiger and died. And now my only son! Why don't you move down and live in the valley? Why do you continue to live up here? asked Confucius. And the woman replied, But sir, there are no tax collectors here! Confucius added to his disciples, You see, a bad government is more to be feared than tigers.

A tendency to fly too straight at a goal, instead of circling around it, often carries one too far.

Few men who have liberated themselves from the fear of God and the fear of death are yet able to liberate themselves from the fear of man.

It is that unoccupied space which makes a room habitable, as it is our leisure hours which make life endurable.

Now it is characteristic of play that one plays without reason and there must be no reason for it. Play is its own good reason.