He who regards all things as one is a companion of Nature.

Take care of your body, then the rest will automatically become stronger.

Silence, and non action are the root of all things.

A battering ram can knock down a city wall, but it cannot stop a hole. Different things have different uses.

An archer competing for a clay vessel shoots effortlessly, his or her skill and concentration unimpeded. If the prize is changed to a brass ornament, the hands begin to shake. If it is changed to gold, he or she squints as if going blind. The abilities do not deteriorate, but belief in them does, as he or she allows the supposed value of an external reward to cloud the vision.

A sage steers by the bright light of confusion and doubt.

'I shall have heaven and earth for my coffin and its shell; the sun and moon for my two round symbols of jade, the stars and constellations for my pearls and jewels; and all things assisting as the mourners. Will not the provisions for my funeral be complete? What could you add to them?'