Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
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.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?