Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. - Ray Bradbury
The word miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is a monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky? - Stanisław Lem
If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?