Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small, your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.
Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.
Constant attention by a good nurse may be just as important as a major operation by a surgeon.
Maturity - among other things, the unclouded happiness of the child at play, who takes it for granted that he is at one with his play-mates.