From a grain of sand in the Pearl comes.
The sun and moon shine on all without partiality.
The noble-minded are calm and steady. Little people are forever fussing and fretting.
I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains in place while all the lesser stars do homage to it.
If a man is not good, what has he to do with the rules of propriety? If he is not good, what has he to do with music?