Does one scent appeal more than another? Do you prefer this flavor, or that feeling? Is your practice sacred and your work profane? Then your mind is separated: from itself, from oneness, from the Tao.
An ant on the move does more than a dozing ox.
The sturdiest virtue seems fragile.
Heaven's Way gives no favors. It always remains with good people.
A terrace nine stories high begins with a pile of earth.
As long as we have hope, we have direction, the energy to move, and the map to move by. We have a hundred alternatives, a thousand paths and an infinity of dreams. Hopeful, we are halfway to where we want to go; hopeless, we are lost forever.