And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. – William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

They are fair resting-places for the dear weary dead on their way up to heaven. – Joaquin Miller (clouds)

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull? – Aristophanes