For the sickly the clouds are big black water-bottles, though time was when they were chariots for God's angels, curtains for hiding ministering spirits trooping homeward at night, leaving all the air sweetly perfumed.

It is the body that grants the soul permission to be happy.
To the opportunity offered by health may be added the years lying in front of the young heart like a great estate, as yet unincumbered.
Powerful enthusiasms, too, are the inheritance of youth.

Noble feelings, fine aspirations then pass through the mind, as in May the perfumed winds from the South pass over the fields.

These motives beat upon the mind as steam upon the iron piston.

Workmen excavating at Pompeii threw up soil that had been covered for 1,800 years.