He who knows, knows not. He who knows not, knows.

The Tao is told is not the Tao.

If lightning is the anger of the gods, then the gods are concerned mostly about trees.

Follow diligently the Way in your own heart, but make no display of it to the world.

Movement overcomes cold.

If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be truly fulfilled.

Those who know don't talk. Those who talk don't know. Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust. This is the primal identity. Be like the Tao. It can't be approached or withdrawn from, benefited or harmed, honored or brought into disgrace. It gives itself up continually. That is why it endures.