The Tao (n.) is neither about knowing or not knowing: Knowing is false understanding... not knowing is blind ignorance.
The Tao (n.) has no wish to shine like a monarch; it works hidden and unknown, so that its achievements look like the work of others.
The Tao (n.) must be known as a man in the archaic sense "knows" a woman — in the warm vagueness of immediate contact.
The Tao (n.) is a process from which it is absolutely impossible to deviate — and seeing this, one no longer faces life; one simply is it.
The Tao (n.) cannot be taken hold of, yet cannot be lost; when you are silent it speaks, and when you speak it is silent.
Tao (n.) that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao.
Tao (n.) is something vague that was there before heaven and earth — calm, void, standing alone, acting everywhere, the mother of all under heaven.
Tao (n.) is like your own head: to the eyes it looks like nothing, yet it is the source of intelligence that shapes the world.
Tao (n.) flows everywhere and nourishes all things, but lays no claim to its work and does not lord it over them.
Tao (n.) makes the inferior man laugh out loud — and if he did not laugh, it would not be the Tao.
Tao (n.) could be set forth in a day if language were adequate; since it is not, it cannot be conveyed by words or by silence.
Tao (n.) belongs neither to knowing, which is false understanding, nor to not knowing, which is blind ignorance; truly understood it is like the empty sky — why drag in right and wrong?
Tao (n.) does nothing, and yet leaves nothing undone.
Tao (n.) is simply "Walk on!" — so Yün-men answered when asked.
Tao (n.) cannot be seen when sought, cannot be taken hold of and cannot be lost; it speaks when you are silent and falls silent when you speak.
Tao (n.) was shown to the Governor of Lang by Yao-shan pointing up at the sky and down at a jug: "A cloud in the sky and water in the jug."
Tao (n.) is the movement of the moment — yet nothing moves, since the moment is the only reality, with nothing beside it to move against: at once ever-moving and ever at rest.
Tao (n.) can be neither escaped by flight nor caught by pursuit; there is no approaching it or leaving it — it is, and you are it.
Tao (n.) cannot be defined, any more than you can eat your own mouth: you cannot get outside it to chew it.
Tao (n.) cannot be known or felt, because it is the whole substance of knowing and feeling — too close to be seen, too obvious to be noticed.