The whole world is incapable of judging either right or wrong. but it is certain that actionless action can judge both right and wrong.

Who knows when the end is reached? Death may be the beginning of life. How do I know that love of life is not a delusion after all? How do I know that he who dreads to die is as a child who has lost the way and cannot find his way home? How do I know that the dead repent of having previously clung to life?

How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?...someday there will be a great awakening when we know that this is all a great dream. Yet the stupid believe that they are awake, busily and brightly assuming they understand things, calling this man ruler, and that man a herdsman- how dense!

Each one's destiny cannot be altered.

Great knowledge sees all in one. Small knowledge breaks down into the many.

All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility.

The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?