There is one single thread binding my way together...the way of the Master consists in doing one's best...that is all.
The superior man is satisfied and composed; the mean man is always full of distress.
Learn as though you would never be able to master it; hold it as though you would be in fear of losing it.
Be aroused by poetry; structure yourself with propriety, refine yourself with music.
It doesn't make a difference how gradually you go so long as you don't stop.
Gravity is only the bark of wisdom's tree, but it preserves it.