If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.

Let all your thinks be thanks.

There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.

History marched to the drums of a clear idea...

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.