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

I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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

I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. – Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24