The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky.
God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?