Other people are joyous, like on the feast of the ox, like on the way up to the terrace in the spring. I alone am inert, giving no sign, like a newborn baby who has not learned to smile.

Goodness strives not, and therefore it is not rebuked.

Have patience. Wait until the mud settles and the water is clear. Remain unmoving until right action arises by itself.

Good words shall gain you honor in the marketplace, but good deeds shall gain you friends among men.

I will be fond of keeping still, and the people will of themselves become correct.

The sage has no concern for himself, but makes the concerns of others his own.

Spokes unite in the hub of a wheel.