The Tao gives birth to One. One gives birth to Two. Two gives birth to Three. Three gives birth to all things. All things have their backs to the female and stand facing the male. When male and female combine, all things achieve harmony. Ordinary men hate solitude. But the Master makes use of it, embracing his aloneness, realizing he is one with the whole universe.

If you tell me, I will listen. If you show me, I will see. If you let me experience, I will learn!

It is as though he listened and such listening as his enfolds us in silence in which at last we begin to hear what we are meant to be.

The tree which needs two arms to span its girth sprang from the tiniest shoot. Yon tower, nine stories high, rose from a little mound of earth. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Without law or compulsion, men would dwell in harmony.

The Way of Heaven does not complete, and yet it skillfully achieves victory. It does not speak, and yet it skillfully responds to things. It comes to you without your invitation.

Filling all the way to the brim is not as good as halting in time.