Just as the value of a house lies in its location, The value of a mind lies in its depth, The value of giving lies in the presence of a generous spirit, The value of words lies in their reliability.

Other people have more than they need, I alone seem wanting.

If princes and kings were not exalted they might be overthrown.

The truly great ones rely on substance, and not on surface, hold on to the fruit, and not to the flower.

Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature. The way of nature is unchanging. Knowing constancy is insight.

Give up your relentless moralizing, the continual pinpricks which pierce the skin of your fellows. The distinction between good and evil is the sickness of the mind. Give up your morals, and the people will regain a love of their fellows.

Seal the openings, shut the doors, dull the sharpness, untie the knots, dim the light, become one with the dust. This is called the profound union.