People are born soft and weak. They die hard and stiff.
There is no greater mistake than to make light of an enemy By making light of an enemy many a kingdom has been lost.
Every step is on the path.
All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.
The rigid and big belong below. The soft and weak belong above.
Health is the greatest possession. Contentment is the greatest treasure. Confidence is the greatest friend. Non-being is the greatest joy.