The creature born is the creature dying.

So if loss of what gives happiness causes you distress when it fades, you can now understand that such happiness is worthless. It is said, those who lose themselves in their desire for things also lose their innate nature by being vulgar.

There is a beginning. There is no beginning of that beginning ... There is something. There is nothing.

The perfect man of old looked after himself first before looking to help others.

The sage has the sun and moon by his side and the universe under his arm. He blends everything into a harmonious whole. . . . He blends the disparities of ten thousand years into one complete purity. All things are blended like this and mutually involve each other.

Men of this world all rejoice in others being like themselves, and object to others not being like themselves.

Birth is not a beginning; death is not an end. There is existence without limitation; there is continuity without a starting point.