Tao in the world is like a river flowing home to the sea.
A good wanderer leaves no trace.
Weapons are instruments of fear; they are not a wise man's tools. He uses them only when he has no choice.
That which is achieved the most, still has the whole of its future yet to be achieved.
Trying to understand is like straining through muddy water. Be still and allow the mud to settle.
Without opening your door, you can open your heart to the world. Without looking out your window, you can see the essence of the Tao. The more you know, the less you understand. The Master arrives without leaving, sees the light without looking, achieves without doing a thing.