Sincerity Is The End And Beginning Of

I Saw Some Piglets Suckling Their Dead Mother. After A Short While They Shuddered And Went Away. They Had Sensed That She Could No Longer See Them And That She Wasn't Like Them Any More. What They Loved In Their Mother Wasn't Her Body, But Whatever It Was That Made Her Body Live.

The Virtuous Will Be Sure To Speak Uprightly; But Those Whose Speech Is Upright May Not Be Virtuous.

With Coarse Rice To Eat, With Water To Drink, And My Bent Arm For A Pillow - I Have Still Joy In The Midst Of All These Things.

Shall I Tell You What Knowledge Is? It Is To Know Both What One Knows And What One Does Not Know.

Virtue Is Not Solitary; It Is Bound To Have Neighbors