a person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.