Though tightly the net of words forms, how surely truth slips out.

Wise travelers always stop short before they come to danger.

The great Way is all-pervading. It reaches to the left and to the right. All things depend on it with their existence. Still it demands no obedience.

. . . 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.

With that gentleness I can be bold; with that economy I can be liberal; shrinking from taking precedence of others, I can become a vessel of the highest honour.

Pursue without interfering.

The wise does not think that only he is right -thus he knows the truth.