The words of truth are always paradoxical. To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.

The Tao is unpredictable to those that live according to plans. Only those who have no agenda are in harmony with the Tao.

There is something obscure which is complete before heaven and earth arose; tranquil, quiet, standing alone without change, moving without peril. It could be the mother of everything. Not knowing its name, I call it Tao.

Be merciful, moderate, and modest.

Abandon learning and there will be no sorrow.

The living are soft and yielding; the dead are rigid and stiff. Living plants are flexible and tender; the dead are brittle and dry.

He who is contented is rich.