The perfect man employs his mind as a mirror.

...the ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.

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

He who does his work like a machine grows a heart like a machine and he who carries the heart of a machine in his breast loses his simplicity. He who has lost his simplicity becomes unsure in the strivings of his soul.

The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all.

The space under the sky is occupied by all things in their unity.

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