The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
The mind, in discovering truths, acts in the same manner as it acts through the eye in discovering objects; when once any object has been seen, it is impossible to put the mind back to the same condition it was in before it saw it.
A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.
Some people are near- or farsighted - I'm thorn-sighted. The thorns on the rose are in really sharp definition for me, the rose petals a little fuzzier.
I look like the man in the moon.
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?
When you see a picture of a woolly mammoth on a cave wall, that's weirdly similar to a person's lasagna that they thought looked delicious.
