If the Way is made clear, it is not the Way.

The creature born is the creature dying.

I am going to try speaking some reckless words, and I want you to try to listen recklessly.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

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.

The greatest tragedy that can befall a person is the atrophy of his mind.

Let everything be allowed to do what it naturally does, so that its nature will be satisfied.