I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
Cheap thrill: moral outrage revels in its own innocence and in the guilt of the wicked Others.
Wisdom cannot prevent a fall, but may cushion it.
I like what I do for a living. I also like NOT doing it--perhaps even more.
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.