“The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?”
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
“I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.”
“Love is like a cloudless blue sky. That’s why I always carry an open umbrella.”
“Blue cloudless skies presided over comfortably warm days, kissed by bright sunlight and soothed with cool breezes.”
“Pray when you feel like praying," somebody has said. "Pray when you don't feel like praying. Pray until you do feel like praying.”