I met a merchant the other night. I dreamed of him. He said: “I buy such goods as men need; I buy them as cheaply as I can, since life is grim. I sell them as cheaply as I can, since men are poor and suffering. I make of profit what I need to live humbly. I am not of the world's seekers; I am of the finders.”
I met also a guileless fool.
We passed a great mansion. “I should like to know the man who lives there,” said the fool.
“Should you?” said I.
“Is he a hero?” asked the fool.
“No,” said I.
“Is he a poet?” asked the fool.
“No,” said I.
“Must he not be very beautiful,” said the fool, “that men judge him worthy of so much beauty?”