Then the younger hermit could reason no further and he said, If it be indeed thy will, and if even so thou wouldst have it let us now break the bowl.
But the face of the older hermit grew exceedingly dark, and he cried, O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
On Giving and Taking
Once there lived a man who had a valley-full of needles. And one day the mother of Jesus came to him and said: Friend, my son's garment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to the temple. Wouldst thou not give me a needle?
And he gave her not a needle, but he gave her a learned discourse on Giving and Taking to carry to her son before he should go to the temple.
The Seven Selves
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:
First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I rebel.
Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother, for it is given to me to be this madman's joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts. It is I that would rebel against my weary existence.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires? It is I the love-sick self who would rebel against this madman.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught was given me but odious hatred and destructive loathing. It is I, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of Hell, who would protest against serving this madman.