I confess that there is nothing to teach: no religion, no science, no writings which will lead your mind back to Spirit. Today I speak this way, tomorrow that, but always the Path is beyond words and beyond mind.

Supreme good is like water. Water greatly benefits all things, without conflict. It flows through places that people loathe. Thereby it is close to the Way.

The one who is conscious (in Tao) can't speak. The one who can speak is not conscious (centered in Tao)

The sturdiest virtue seems fragile.

The words of truth are always paradoxical.

Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?