A tree that can fill the span of a man's arms grows from a downy tip; A terrace nine stories high rises from level earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath one's feet.
The one who is filled by virtue is like a newborn baby.
Do you think you can make the world a better place? I do not think you can. It is already perfect.
Who can rest until the moment of action?
The usefulness of the pot lies in its emptiness.
Carrying body and soul and embracing the one, Can you avoid separation?