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

Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven. – Marcus Tullius Cicero

It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII