A foolish man is always doing, Yet much remains to be done.
Returning is the movement of the Way.
By compassion one can be brave.
Heaven's net is very vast. It is sparsely meshed, yet nothing slips through.
The sage is not ill, because he sees illness as illness.
. . . the mind is desperate to fix the river {of events} in place: Possessed by ideas of the past, preoccupied with images of the future, it overlooks the plain truth of the moment.