The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.

The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

To have that kind of cloud on the horizon really created a lot of sleepless nights.

I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.

How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly!