The perfect man employs his mind as a mirror.
That knowledge which stops at what it does not know, is the highest knowledge.
The eyes envy the mind.
My most interesting memory is of my first real dream. I was a caterpillar, wriggling around in the earth, just the way a caterpillar would. Following my caterpillar whims, completely unaware of anyone.
The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
Now, when ordinary people attempt to find happiness, I am not sure whether the happiness is really happiness or not. I study what ordinary people do to find happiness, what they struggle for, rushing about apparently unable to stop.