Ursula K. Le Guin
The way is the hearth and home of the ten thousand things. Good souls treasure it, lost souls find shelter in it.
Fine words are for sale, fine deeds go cheap; even worthless people can get them.
So, at the coronation of the Son of Heaven when the Three Ministers take office, you might race out in a four-horse chariot to offer a jade screen; but wouldn’t it be better to sit still and let the Way be your offering?
Why was the Way honored in the old days? Wasn’t it said: Seek, you’ll find it. Hide, it will shelter you. So it was honored under heaven.
Note UKLG: I think the line of thought throughout the poe has to do with true reward as opposed to dishonorable gain, true giving as opposed to fake goods.