A tree that can fill the span of a man's arms grows from a downy tip; A terrace nine stories high rises from level earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath one's feet.

The words of truth are always paradoxical. To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.

The eternal void is filled with infinite possibilities

The highest virtue seems as low as a valley.

The real is empty and the empty real

The sage wears coarse clothes, concealing jade.

In the Golden Age, Rulers were unknown. In the following age Rulers were loved and praised. Next came the age When rulers were feared. Finally the age When rulers are hated.