Those who know are wise. Those who know themselves are enlightened.
Knowing the bright, but clinging to the dark, you become a model to the world.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
Although he travels all day, the sage never loses sight of his luggage carts.
What Heaven detests, who knows why? Even the sage considers it difficult.
I have no desire to desire, and people become like the uncarved wood by themselves.