The tree which fills the arms grew from the tiniest sprout.

Battles are followed by years of famine.

If you can find true contentment, it will last forever.

Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.

All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.

The net of heaven is very wide in its meshes, and yet it misses nothing.

First and last follow each other.