The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
ZHUANGZIEither in conflict with others or in harmony with them, we go through life like a runaway horse, unable to stop.
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The true man breathes with his heels.
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Sound intelligence promises victory in every battle.
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When there is no more separation between ‘this’ and ‘that,’ it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.
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To have a human form is a joyful thing.
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Compare birth with death, compare death with life; compare what is possible with what is not possible and compare what is not possible with what is possible; because there is, there is not, and because there is not, there is.
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He who knows he is a fool is not the biggest fool; He who knows he is confused is not in the worst confusion.
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Men honor what lies within the sphere of their knowledge, but do not realize how dependent they are on what lies beyond it.
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All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility.
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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.
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To be truly ignorant, be content with your own knowledge.
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Let your mind wander in the pure and simple. Be one with the infinite. Let all things take their course.
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He who regards all things as one is a companion of Nature.
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A battering ram can knock down a city wall, but it cannot stop a hole. Different things have different uses.
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Right is not right; so is not so. If right were really right it would differ so clearly from not right that there would be no need for argument. If so were really so, it would differ so clearly from not so that there would be no need for argument.
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The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?
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