As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.
Analysis is more likely to adjust evidence than to adjust itself.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
Old and young disbelieve one another's truths.