Above, the heavens were of the silkiest blue, beautiful in their infinite depths, with tiny clouds floating here and there like whitecaps on an ocean.
"What do you see now, John ?" "Nothing but one of the most beautiful days that ever was.

It's a fine sun, that you've got over here, Philip.

I can see through these glasses that it's made out of pure reddish gold." "Never mind about that sun, John.

America is a full partner in its ownership and you're used to it.

I've heard that you have more sunshine than we do.