The little child learns to speak, though it has no learned teachers - because it lives with those who know how to speak.

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?

One whose inner being is fixed upon such greatness emits a Heavenly glow. Even though he has this Heavenly glow, others will see him as just a man. Someone who has reached this point will begin to be consistent.

Life comes from the earth and life returns to the earth.

He who pursues fame at the risk of losing his self is not a scholar.

Good fortune is as light as a feather, but nobody knows how to pick it up. Misfortune is as heavy as earth, but nobody knows how to stay out of it's way.

The true man of the past waited upon Heaven when dealing with people and did not wait upon people when dealing with Heaven.