The sun can be seen by nothing but its own light. Pr.
The sun flings out impurities, gets balefully incrusted with spots; but it does not quench itself, and become no sun at all, but a mass of darkness. Carlyle.
The sun! God's crest upon his azure shield, the heavens. Bailey.
The sun is God. Turner on his deathbed.
The sun may do its duty, though your grapes 20 are not ripe. Pr.
The sun passeth through pollutions, and itself remains as pure as before. Bacon.
The sun-steeds of time, as if goaded by invisible spirits, bear onward the light car of our destiny, and nothing remains for us but, with calm self-possession, to grasp the reins, and now right, now left, to steer the wheels, here from the precipice, and there from the rock. Whither he is hasting, who knows? Does any one consider whence he came? Goethe.
The sun's power cannot draw a wandering star from its path. How then could a human being fall out of God's love! Rückert.
The sunshine of life is made up of very little beams, that are bright all the time. Aikin.
The superstition in which we have grown up 25 does not lose its hold over us even when we recognise it for such. Those who scoff at their fetters are not all free men. Lessing.