Quotes from Zhuangzi

Rewards and punishments are the lowest form of education.

To have attained to the human form is a source of joy... What an incomparable bliss it is to undergo these countless transitions.

...the ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.

The true man breathes with his heels.

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.

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

Cherish that which is within you, and shut off that which is without; for much knowledge is a curse.

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?

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?

Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.

Those who realize their folly are not true fools.

If you wish to care for your body, first of all take care of material things, though even when you have all the things you want, the body can still be uncared for

A path is made by walking on it.

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

The wise man knows that it is better to sit on the banks of a remote mountain stream than to be emperor of the whole world.

When people do not ignore what they should ignore, but ignore what they should not ignore, this is known as ignorance.

Look at this window: it is nothing but a hole in the wall, but because of it the whole room is full of light. So when the faculties are empty, the heart is full of light.

True depth of understanding is wide and steady, Shallow understanding is lazy and wandering, Words of wisdom are precise and clear

The eye is a menace to clear sight, the ear is a menace to subtle hearing, the mind is a menace to wisdom, every organ of the senses is a menace to its own capacity.

The perfect man uses his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing. It regrets nothing. It receives but does not keep.

All men know the use of the useful, but nobody knows the use of the useless. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so that I can have a word with him?

All the fish needs is to get lost in the water. All man needs is to get lost in Tao.

And how do I know that the hate of death is not like a man who has lost his home when young and does not know where his home is to return to?

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words, so I can have a few words with him?