'He who had made himself master of the
art of living was
the Real Man of the Taoist. At birth he enters the realm of dreams only
to
awaken to reality at death. He tempers his own brightness in order to
merge
himself into the obscurity of others. He is "reluctant, as one who
crosses
a stream in winter; hesitating as one who fears the neighbourhood;
respectful,
like a guest; trembling, like ice that is about to melt; unassuming,
like
a piece of wood not yet carved; vacant, like a valley; formless, like
troubled
waters." To him the three jewels of life were Pity, Economy, and
Modesty.'
Okakura Kakuzo
