To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
These are the evils which result from gossiping habits.