I will be fond of keeping still, and the people will of themselves become correct.

Those who have compassion when they do battle will be victorious. Those who likewise defend themselves will be safe. Heaven will rescue and protect them with compassion.

He who talks more is sooner exhausted.

I alone have the mind of a fool, and am all muddled and vague. The people are so smart and bright. While I am just dull and confused.

The Tao gives birth to One. One gives birth to Two. Two gives birth to Three. Three gives birth to all things. All things have their backs to the female and stand facing the male. When male and female combine, all things achieve harmony. Ordinary men hate solitude. But the Master makes use of it, embracing his aloneness, realizing he is one with the whole universe.

Words spoken about the Way have no taste. When looked at, there's not enough to see. When listened to, there's not enough to hear. When used, it is never exhausted.

Correct becomes defect. Good becomes ominous. People's delusions have certainly lasted long.