If powerful men and women could remain centered in the Tao, all things would be in harmony. The world would become a paradise.

The Tao can't be perceived. Smaller than an electron, it contains uncountable galaxies.

A decent man enters a battle gravely, with sorrow and with great compassion, as if he were attending a funeral.

How could a decent man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

The decent man's enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. He doesn't wish them personal harm. Nor does he rejoice in victory.

Peace is the decent man's highest value. If the peace has been shattered, how can he be content?

Weapons are the tools of fear; a decent man will avoid them except in the direst necessity and, if compelled,

Weapons are the tools of violence; all decent men detest them.

Becuase the Master accepts himself, the whole world accepts him.

Because the Master is content with himself, he doesn't need others' approval.