It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.
A budget takes the fun out of money.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.