For though an avaricious man should, for the sake of avoiding death, cast his riches into the sea, he will none the less remain avaricious; so, also, if a lustful man is downcast, because he cannot follow his bent, he does not, on the ground of abstention, cease to be lustful.
— from Ethics by Benedictus de Spinoza

We will now consider a little more in detail the circumstances and rules governing the sterility of first crosses and of hybrids.
— from On the Origin of Species By Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life by Charles Darwin

The incertain pleasures of swift-footed time Have ta'en their flight, and left me in despair; And of my former riches rests no more But bare remembrance; like a soldier's scar, That has no further comfort for his maim.
— from The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe

ANT: Lose, miss, invalidate, dissipate, misrepresent, falsify, neutralize, misconceive.
— from A Complete Dictionary of Synonyms and Antonyms or, Synonyms and Words of Opposite Meaning by Samuel Fallows

The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an extract from the Journal de Paris , of the same date.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

I wept bitterly; and, clasping my hands in agony, I exclaimed, “Oh! stars, and clouds, and winds, ye are all about to mock me: if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart and leave me in darkness.”
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

And at noon comes, by appointment, Harris to dine with me and after dinner he and I to Chyrurgeon’s-hall, where they are building it new, very fine; and there to see their theatre; which stood all the fire, and, which was our business, their great picture of Holben’s, thinking to have bought it, by the help of Mr. Pierce, for a little money: I did think to give L200 for it, it being said to be worth L1000; but it is so spoiled that I have no mind to it, and is not a pleasant, though a good picture.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

I wept bitterly, and clasping my hands in agony, I exclaimed, “Oh! stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.”
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Interest in one's own social figure is to some extent a material interest, for other men's love or aversion is a principle read into their acts; and a social animal like man is dependent on other men's acts for his happiness.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

Let us observe this a little more in detail.
— from Modern Painters, Volume 4 (of 5) by John Ruskin

[Pg 185] “Well, den,”—the deep-voiced woodman stood with one boot on a low stump, fiercely trimming a branch that he had struck from the parent stem with one blow of his big, keen clasp-knife,—“self not for self,—for what he gone off and lef’ me in de swamp?” “Ah, sir!” replied Bonaventure, “what do I unceasingly tell those dear school-chil’run?
— from Bonaventure: A Prose Pastoral of Acadian Louisiana by George Washington Cable

" For a long minute I did not answer, unable to determine what to do, how to act.
— from Gordon Craig, Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish

A little mouse, I declare!"
— from Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight Games and Stories for Parlor and Fireside by Emily Mayer Higgins

In order to study a little more in detail what has been discovered about morphological adaptation in animals and plants, let us separate our materials into two groups, one of them embracing adaptations with regard to functional changes from without, the other adaptations to those functional changes which come from the very nature of functioning.
— from The Science and Philosophy of the Organism by Hans Driesch

He took my boat away from me, and left me in difficulties, for it was still the closed season, and there was nothing I could shoot.
— from Pan by Knut Hamsun

"Of course the best thing is a little milk; I dare say half a pint would do; but you might give them their choice of sugar."
— from Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie's Attic by Catharine Shaw