Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
Attachments and bereavements are inseparable.
Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.
As night falls, every joy glows brighter.
The pleasantest part of work is having done it.
Even in writing an annual report, the unconscious plays a role.