What Heaven detests, who knows why? Even the sage considers it difficult.

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 It can't be approached or withdrawn from, benefited or harmed, honored or brought into disgrace.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.

As soon as you have made a thought, laugh at it.

Realize thy Simple Self, Embrace thy Original Nature.

Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.

Misery is what happiness rests upon. Happiness is what misery lurks beneath.

As it acts in the world, the Tao is like the bending of a bow. The top is bent downward; the bottom is bent up. It adjusts excess and deficiency so that there is perfect balance.