Not Feeling Compassion For A

If I Am Virtuous And Worthy, For Whom Should I Not Maintain A Proper Concern?

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.

Hold Faithfulness And Sincerity As First Principles.

To Err And Not Reform, This May Indeed Be Called Error.

There Are Not The Weeds The Ones That Drown The Good Seed, But The Negligence Of The Peasant.