They speculated, too, about the young girl who dressed so severely, and whom one couldn't fancy at a party or a picnic—who, though an irreproachable Episcopalian, learned Latin of Father O'Brien, wrote verses about heathen gods and goddesses, if report spoke true, and yet sat in church on Sunday with the rapt look of a medieval saint.
— from The Open Question: A Tale of Two Temperaments by Elizabeth Robins

Ideas are not conspicuous anywhere in English literature, least of all in its religious books, and often one is inclined to extend Bagehot's cynical pleasantry as a cloak for deficiencies here, too: the stupidity of the English is the salvation of their literature as well as of their politics.
— from Shelburne Essays, Third Series by Paul Elmer More

And wolves that howl for their prey; in the midnight's pall, In the naked and nymph-like feet of the dawn, O Pan, And in each life living, O thou the God who art all.
— from Astrophel and Other Poems Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne, Vol. VI by Algernon Charles Swinburne

The proletariat will never conquer unless it proceeds to struggle after struggle; its power is developed and its energy let loose only through action.
— from The Red Conspiracy by Joseph J. Mereto

It was extraordinary, indeed, to observe how she wilfully limited her interests; with what content she received the ordinary things that life offered, and persistently refused to behold what an infinitely extended life lay open to her through him.
— from The Well-Beloved: A Sketch of a Temperament by Thomas Hardy

An' she had sich ways; an' she's the only Gorgio or Gorgie, 'cept Mrs. Davies, as I ever liked, lad or wench.'
— from Aylwin by Theodore Watts-Dunton