Between his consciousness and events stood always that impenetrable medium: indifference.

I've always loved you$$$ and when you love someone$$$ you love the whole person$$$ just as he or she is$$$ and not as you would like them to be.

I will take the Ring$$$ he said$$$ "though I do not know the way."

Of course it's the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.

To regret the past$$$ to hope in the future$$$ and never to be satisfied with the present: that is what I spend my whole life doing.

The violent and strong do not die their natural death.

Heaven and earth do not act from (the impulse of) any wish to be benevolent; they deal with all things as the dogs of grass are dealt with.

The skillful traveller leaves no traces of his wheels or footsteps.

Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill. Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.

Close your mouth$$$ block off your senses$$$ blunt your sharpness$$$ untie your knots$$$ soften your glare$$$ settle your dust. This is the primal identity.