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

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?

It receives but does not keep.

Those who realize their folly are not true fools

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

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