“What beauty. I saw clouds and their light shadows on the distant dear earth…. The water looked like darkish, slightly gleaming spots…. When I watched the horizon, I saw the abrupt, contrasting transition from the earth’s light-colored surface to the absolutely black sky. I enjoyed the rich color spectrum of the earth. It is surrounded by a light blue aureole that gradually darkens, becoming turquiose, dark blue, violet, and finally coal black.”—
“Ladies and gentleman, we made a decision to get into this race at our kitchen table against the odds and we made a decision over the weekend that this presidential race is over, at least for me and we will suspend our campaign.”—
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky. Who would go `parading’ In London, `and masquerading’, On such a night of June With that beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is!