The clouds may drop down titles and estates and wealth may seek us but wisdom must be sought.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

Clouds and darkness surround us yet Heaven is just and the day of triumph will surely come when justice and truth will be vindicated.

Never trust any complicated cocktail that remainds perfectly clear until the last ingredient goes in and then immediately clouds.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.

I have never made fun of religion. Religion is something I don't even want to mess with because I am really afraid of the clouds opening up and my being struck by lightning.

You see I had been riding with the storm clouds and had come to earth as rain and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.

The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that for a minute the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something.

The ground we walk on the plants and creatures the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy bound together by cosmic harmony.

Forests lakes and rivers clouds and winds stars and flowers stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Human knowledge has been changing from the word go and people in certain respects behave more rationally than they did when they didn't have it. They spend less time doing rain dances and more time seeding clouds.

Clouds come floating into my life no longer to carry rain or usher storm but to add color to my sunset sky.

Ah Hope! what would life be stripped of thy encouraging smiles that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

Lo! The poor Indian whose untutored mind sees God in clouds or hears him in the wind.