Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
You are so tactful that I have no idea what you want.
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.
The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.
Reading civilized the inner life.
Not even self-love can always be counted on for support.