Other people are joyous, like on the feast of the ox, like on the way up to the terrace in the spring. I alone am inert, giving no sign, like a newborn baby who has not learned to smile.
Without looking through the window, you can see Heaven's Way.
To have little is to possess.
That which is achieved the most, still has the whole of its future yet to be achieved.
We are all capable of much more than we think we are.
It (Tao) is eternally without desire. So, it can be called small. All things return to it, although it does not make itself their ruler. So, it can be called great.