The Superior Man Is Slow In His

All People Are The Same; Only Their Habits Differ.

A Picture Is Poem Without Words.

The Master Said, At Fifteen I Set My Heart Upon Learning. At Thirty, I Had Planted My Feet Firm Upon The Ground. At Forty, I No Longer Suffered From Perplexities. At Fifty, I Knew What Were The Biddings Of Heaven. At Sixty, I Heard Them With Docile Ear. At Seventy, I Could Follow The Dictates Of My Own Heart; For What I Desired No Longer Overstepped The Boundaries Of Righ.

How Great Is The Path Proper To The Sage! Like Overflowing Water, It Sends Forth And Nourishes All Things, And Rises Up To The Height Of Heaven. All-complete Is Its Greatness! It Embraces The Three Hundred Rules Of Ceremony, And The Three Thousand Rules Of Demeanor. It Waits For The Proper Man, And Then It Is Trodden. Hence It Is Said, 'only By Perfect Virtue Can The Perfect Path, In All Its Courses, Be Made A Fact.'

Even If I Could, I Would Not Exahnge Their Virtues For My Own. And That Is Why They Are Intent On Learning From Me.