Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
Always late: thus I make you the prisoner of my freedom.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.
Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!