Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly...

The effect of life in society is to complicate and confuse our existence, making us forget who we really are by causing us to become obsessed with what we are not.

A petty thief is put in jail. A great brigand becomes a ruler of a Nation.

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

Do not struggle. Go with the flow of things, and you will find yourself at one with the mysterious unity of the Universe.

If you have insight, you use your inner eye, your inner ear, to pierce to the heart of things, and have no need of intellectual knowledge.

Let your mind wander in the pure and simple. Be one with the infinite. Let all things take their course.

The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.

When an archer shoots for enjoyment, he has all his skill; when he shoots for a brass buckle, he gets nervous; when he shoots for a prize of gold, he begins to see two targets.

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.

Never admire a man by his strength; judge him in how he uses it- A way is made by walking it

Jan is het kotsbeu dat de Kerk al het kwade blijft wijten aan de van van de mens en dat al het lijden mensen dichter bij God brengt.

The future shouldn't be female or male---but one of women and men working together. That's the real definition of equality.

I used to have a sort of spiky haircut and it just feels better to have short hair again.

Faithfulness, faith, all of the words that so few people live, you must live. Only then are you worthy of immortality.

We as songwriters are in the same position as a professional fisherman. Our fishing grounds are kind of fished out.

Mankind likes to think in terms of extreme opposites.

I think of what the experience is of going into the building, of spending time in it, and try to get a sense of what the building would be like to work in as well.

There is no one left, none but all of us.

I'm half-Welsh, half-Russian. My maternal grandmother is Russian. I've very much a mongrel, which is good in a way because it makes me quite a blank canvas.

Remember there is plenty of room at the top-but not enough to sit down.