A Quote by Laozi

When leading people and serving Heaven, nothing exceeds moderation. — © Laozi
When leading people and serving Heaven, nothing exceeds moderation.
Everything that exceeds the bounds of moderation has an unstable foundation.
In caring for others and serving heaven, There is nothing like using restraint.
Moderation in all things. And even moderation in moderation. Don't get too much moderation, you know?
Keep to the middle if you wish to keep moderation. The mid way is the safe way. Moderation abides in the mean, and moderation is virtue. Every abiding place outside the bounds of moderation is only exile to the wise man.
When you're writing, in theory, everybody is serving you. When you're directing, you're serving everybody - in the guise of acting like everybody's serving you. But you're really serving the materials. You're serving the actors. You're in charge, but it's not free.
For as one star another far exceeds, So souls in heaven are placed by their deeds.
On my show I share all these yummy, fattening recipes, but I tell people, in moderation, in moderation. You can have that little piece of pie.
Moderation, the noblest gift of Heaven.
The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
When you start just focusing exclusively on trying to tear the other person down instead of what you are going to do on behalf of the American people to deal with this economy, then that's not serving Democrats, that's not serving Republicans, that's not serving anybody.
Everyone talks about moderation. How about some moderation in moderation?
In the World War nothing was more dreadful to witness than a chain of men starting with a battalion commander and ending with an army commander sitting in telephone boxes, improvised or actual, talking, talking, talking, in place of leading, leading, leading.
There is great joy in leading with authority, which is serving others by meeting their legitimate needs.
In the World War [WW1] nothing was more dreadful to witness than a chain of men starting with a battalion commander and ending with an army commander sitting in telephone boxes, improvised or actual, talking, talking, talking, in place of leading, leading, leading.
Nothing exceeds like excess.
Mozart, prodigal heaven gave thee everything, grace and strength, abundance and moderation, perfect equilibrium.
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