“Stillness overcomes heat.”
“There is no need to run outside for better seeing... Rather abide at the center of your being; For the more you leave it the less you learn. Search your heart and see... The way to do is to be.”
“The wise are not learned, the learned are not wise.”
“Your name or your body, what is dearer? Your body or your wealth, what is worthier?”
“In the Golden Age, Rulers were unknown. In the following age Rulers were loved and praised. Next came the age When rulers were feared. Finally the age When rulers are hated.”
“One who believes in himself has no need to convince others.”
“All your restlessness is out of your desire for stillness Just desire restlessly, then, love will fill and still you. All your unhealthiness is out of your desire for health, Just abandon health, then, even poison will heal you.”
“In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance.”
“Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.”
“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.”
“Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”
“They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.”
“O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.”
“Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.”
“Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.”
“Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.”
“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”
“An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.”
“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”
“The weary sun hath made a golden setAnd by the bright tract of his fiery carGives token of a goodly day to-morrow.”
“Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.”
