Once upon a time, I dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither. Suddenly I awakened, and there I lay, myself again. Now 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.
Fuss, god of the Southern Ocean, and Fret, god of the Northern Ocean, happened once to meet in the realm of Calm, god of the Center. Calm treated them very well and they discussed how to repay him. They had noticed that, where everyone has seven apertures, for sight, hearing, eating, breathing, Calm had none. […]
Duke Huan of Ch’i was reading a book at the upper end of the hall; the wheelwright was making a wheel at the lower end. Putting aside his mallet and chisel, he called to the Duke and asked him what book he was reading. ‘One that records the words of the Sages,’ answered the Duke. […]
If a man is crossing a river, and an empty boat collides with his own skiff, even though he be a bad-tempered man, he will not become very angry. But if he sees a man in the boat, he will shout at him to steer clear. If the shout is not heard, he will shout […]