Other people are occupied, I alone am unwilling, like the outcast.

What is and what is not create each other.

Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish, too much handling will spoil it.

The most eloquent seems to stutter.

Give up your relentless moralizing, the continual pinpricks which pierce the skin of your fellows. The distinction between good and evil is the sickness of the mind. Give up your morals, and the people will regain a love of their fellows.

I have no desire to desire, and people become like the uncarved wood by themselves.

When the hares have all been caught, the hunting dogs are cooked.