Placed here so I can find it again:
The Way is fraught with peril not from without, but within. Nothing outside of the Way can harm those on the path, save that the traveller allows them in. Like poison, sorrow and boredom still the heart, like winter, duty, and obligation dull the senses. The Way speaks nothing of duty or sorrow or boredom or obligation; it speaks of laughter and joy and understanding.
Honor comes not from that which we must do it comes from that which we do from being.
–Lao Tse to Yuan Fi