The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.
The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.
The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.
The human bird shall take his first flight, filling the world with amazement, all writings with his fame, and bringing eternal glory to the nest whence he sprang.
The closer the bird is to the surface of the water, the firmer and more inelastic is the uplift of the rising air. The bird appears to almost feel the surface with the tip of its weather wing.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
Everywhere on the Continent, the tourist is looked upon as a bird to be plucked, and presently the bird himself feebly comes to regard plucking as his proper destiny and abjectly holds out his wing so long as there is a feather left on it.
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.