Monday, April 29, 2019
A Fine Man
Confucius, Analects 6.11 (tr. Burton Watson):
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The Master said, What a fine man Hui was! One container of rice, one dipperful of drink, living in a back alley—others couldn't have endured the gloom of it, but he never let it affect his happiness. What a fine man Hui was!Id. 7.15:
The Master said, Eating simple food, drinking water, a bended arm for a pillow—there's happiness in these things too. Wealth and eminence gained by unrightful means are to me mere drifting clouds.
