One of the best acquaintances I’ll ever meet in my life is front desk manager at the hotel where I have breakfast when I’m in New York.
Last Wednesday over lunch he told me: “I think about money in the same way as I think about sex. You need to have it, in order not to worry about it.”

I did like this aphorism (if I may call it an aphorism) a lot, but I have to admit that I know people who have money and cannot stop worrying about it.
Also I know people with a decent sex life who worry about their sex life all the time.
Hell of course is the absence of all worries.

(The front desk manager recently informed me that he is NOT the front desk manager, just an agent. Once again I stand corrected.)