"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.
Although the power is lacking, the will is commendable.
Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.