That the original authorship of the five Çāṇḍilya books was different from that of the others is indicated by a number of linguistic differences, which the hand of a later editor failed to remove.
— from A History of Sanskrit Literature by Arthur Anthony Macdonell

He was a literary man all over when with an inspired face he laid a wreath on the coffin of some celebrity, or with a grave and solemn face collected signatures for some address; his passion for making the acquaintance of distinguished literary men, his faculty for finding talent even where it was absent, his perpetual enthusiasm, his pulse that went at one hundred and twenty a minute, his ignorance of life, the genuinely feminine flutter with which he threw himself into concerts and literary evenings for the benefit of destitute students, the way in which he gravitated towards the young—all this would have created for him the reputation of a writer even if he had not written his articles.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

MEPHISTOPHELES ( as above ) Loose, Error, from their eyes the band, And how the Devil jests, be now enlightened!
— from Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[556] I do not presume to determine whether God does so, and whether these times which are called "ages of ages" are joined together in a continuous series, and succeed one another with a regulated diversity, and leave exempt from their vicissitudes only those who are freed from their misery, and abide without end in a blessed immortality; or whether these are called "ages of ages," that we may understand that the ages remain unchangeable in God's unwavering wisdom, and are the efficient causes, as it were, of those ages which are being spent in time.
— from The City of God, Volume I by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

bluff is a smoth even sheet of water falling over a precipice of at least eighty feet, the remaining part of about 200 yards on my right formes the grandest sight I ever beheld, the hight of the fall is the same of the other but the irregular and somewhat projecting rocks below receives the water in it's passage down and brakes it into a perfect white foam which assumes a thousand forms in a moment sometimes flying up in jets of sparkling foam to the hight of fifteen or twenty feet and are scarcely formed before large roling bodies of the same beaten and foaming water is thrown over and conceals them.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

No portrait of a lady, that makes her simper or scowl, is satisfactory; No photograph of a lady ever fails to make her simper or scowl.
— from Symbolic Logic by Lewis Carroll

To a certain extent this is true; but then it has always been true, though to a less extent formerly than now.
— from The Influence of Sea Power Upon History, 1660-1783 by A. T. (Alfred Thayer) Mahan

Oreille, being in the temper that she was, said: “It will cost at least eight francs to re-cover it.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

But he claimed the sovereignty of Antioch as the reward of his service; and the proposal which had been rejected by the envy, was at length extorted from the distress, of his equals.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

Only fancy living with an unadulterated Monty from the time you were twenty to the time you were seventy-five—at which latter date he, being doubtless some five years older than one-self to begin with, would probably drop off quietly with suppressed gout, and leave you a mourning widow to deplore his untimely and lamented extinction for the rest of your existence!
— from Philistia by Grant Allen

Resolved , That the thanks of this Lyceum be presented to A. Lincoln, Esq., for the lecture delivered by him this evening, and that he be solicited to furnish a copy for publication.
— from McClure's Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 4, March, 1896 by Various

In a tavern of a by-street, a long lean youth, threadbare and tipsy, formerly a student and latterly expelled from the college for drunkenness, told him that the new Governor turned in at the Latin school every evening at dusk, to inspect the drill of the regiment he had enrolled.
— from The Bondman: A New Saga by Caine, Hall, Sir

[A lively encounter followed:—] The G.O.M. is not murdered [he writes on November 20], only "fillipped with a three-man beetle," as the fat knight has it.
— from Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley — Volume 3 by Thomas Henry Huxley

They passed mythology by with a conventional reverence and looked elsewhere for the true object of their personal religion.
— from Interpretations of Poetry and Religion by George Santayana

They imagined that behind those ramparts yonder, they would at last escape from that terrible artillery which had been growling for nearly twelve hours; and there was no discriminative capacity, no reasoning faculty left among them; the animal carried away the man, it was the madness of instinct, galloping off and seeking its hole, to hide underground and sleep.
— from The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of War by Émile Zola

If thou canst meete with any living examples, follow them, as they follow Christ, frequent their company: even Saul amongst the Prophets, will prophesie.
— from A Coal From The Altar, To Kindle The Holy Fire of Zeale In a Sermon Preached at a Generall Visitation at Ipswich by Samuel Ward

He was not a proud boy, and was quite willing to take a lesson even from the humblest.
— from Light Freights by W. W. (William Wymark) Jacobs

"Each captive," she said, "will now step forward and draw a little envelope from the box."
— from Fairy Prince and Other Stories by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

At the very end of the room stood a large erect figure, the outlines of which could but dimly be seen through its linen coverings; and to this work, whatever it was, Zara did not appear desirous of attracting my attention.
— from A Romance of Two Worlds: A Novel by Marie Corelli