ALL things in Nature work silently. They come into being and possess nothing. They fulfil their functions and make no claim.

He who acts, spoils; he who grasps, lets slip.

I do not know its name. I call it the Way. For the lack of better words I call it great.

Hold on to the great image, and the whole world follows, follows unharmed, content and completely at peace.

The nameless is the beginning of Heaven and Earth. The named is the mother of all things.

The truly great ones rely on substance, and not on surface, hold on to the fruit, and not to the flower.

To rejoice in conquest is to rejoice in murder.