Arms are instruments of ill omen.... When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish. There is no glory in victory, and to glorify it despite this is to exult in the killing of men.... When great numbers of people are killed, one should weep over them with sorrow. When victorious in war, one should observe mourning rites.

Who can wait in stillness while the mud settles?

That so few understand me is why I am treasured.

Force is followed by loss of strength. This is not the way of the Tao. That which goes against the Tao comes to an early end.

I observe myself and I come to know others.

To be worn out is to be renewed.

The most straight seems curved.