Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

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.

There's a weird cloud around you when you're recognizable. It was a brief window for me. I think you have to have a pathological need for attention of any type negative or positive to thrive in that kind of situation. And I only want compliments.

In the language of poetry where every word is weighed nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all not a single existence not anyone's existence in this world.

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

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat I am sure could walk on a cloud without coming through.

Here take back the stuff that I am nature knead it back into the dough of being make of me a bush a cloud whatever you will even a man only no longer make me me.

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

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.