Mountains and hills tremble in pain, but cannot wander about; but rocks and hills and mountains sometimes travel about by night.
— from Zuñi Folk Tales by Frank Hamilton Cushing

The man has a bad reputation, and headed a mob that threw down the walls of the park; and we hardly thought he would be cool enough to come after that.
— from An Unsocial Socialist by Bernard Shaw

The energy can all be recovered as heat and measured in the form of calories.
— from Food in War Time by Graham Lusk

THE PROPHET There in the gate of Paradise The Saint is sitting serene and hoary, Tendrils of euros, and blossoms of eyes, Festoon him round in his place of glory; Little cherubs float thick as bees Round about him, and murmur "father!" The sun shines bright
— from Saint Abe and His Seven Wives A Tale of Salt Lake City, with a Bibliographical Note by Robert Williams Buchanan