For the wise man looks into space and he knows there is no limited dimensions.

For the wise man looks into space and he knows there is no limited dimensions.

I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river.

Men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature.

Rewards and punishments are the lowest form of education.

Life comes from the earth and life returns to the earth.

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

Great wisdom is generous; petty wisdom is contentious. Great speech is impassioned, small speech cantankerous.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.