A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden. – Terri Guillemets, “Porch swing thoughts,” 2006

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

The stars, which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields of heaven. – Philip James Bailey