A tree that cannot bend will crack in the wind. Thus by nature's own decree, the soft and gentle are triumphant.
The progress of the Way seems retreating.
The softest things in the world overcome the hardest things in the world. Through this I know the advantage of taking no action.
Those who advice the ruler on the Way, do not want the world subdued with weapons.
A journey of a thousand leagues begins beneath one's feet.
He who knows, knows not. He who knows not, knows.