“'Some time I hope folks will quit handing all the credit to a lot of moth-eaten, mildewed, out-of-date, old, European dumps, and give proper credit to the famous Zenith spirit, that clean fighting determination to win Success that has made the little old Zip City celebrated in every land and clime, wherever condensed milk and pasteboard cartons are known!
— from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis

While preparations were making for these nuptials, Montoni became the acknowledged lover of Madame Cheron; and, though Madame Clairval was much displeased, when she heard of the approaching connection, and was willing to prevent that of Valancourt with Emily, her conscience told her, that she had no right thus to trifle with their peace, and Madame Clairval, though a woman of fashion, was far less advanced than her friend in the art of deriving satisfaction from distinction and admiration, rather than from conscience.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

Hairless dogs have imperfect teeth; long-haired and coarse-haired animals are apt to have, as is asserted, long or many horns; pigeons with feathered feet have skin between their outer toes; pigeons with short beaks have small feet, and those with long beaks large feet.
— from The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, 6th Edition by Charles Darwin

In another corner, huddled together for companionship, were the little boys who had arrived on the preceding night, three of them in very large leather breeches, and two in old trousers, a something tighter fit than drawers are usually worn; at no great distance from these was seated the juvenile son and heir of Mr Squeers—a striking likeness of his father—kicking, with great vigour, under the hands of Smike, who was fitting upon him a pair of new boots that bore a most suspicious resemblance to those which the least of the little boys had worn on the journey down—as the little boy himself seemed to think, for he was regarding the appropriation with a look of most rueful amazement.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

Capt. Clark therefore deturmined to continue his rout down the river even as far as the River bullet unless he should find a plenty of game nearer—The men transported their baggage on a couple of small wooden Slays drawn by themselves, and took with them 3 pack horses which we had agreed should be returned with a load of meat to fort mandane as soon as they could procure it.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

“Besides, anybody with such a lot of money as you have doesn't need me to make you glad about things.
— from Pollyanna by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter

Levin was just about to enter into conversation with the old waiter, when the secretary of the court of wardship, a little old man whose specialty it was to know all the noblemen of the province by name and patronymic, drew him away.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

After my bath she would rub and massage me while I dozed a little on my couch; I almost considered her more of a friend than a servant.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

The enemy was driven away with a loss of more than one hundred men.
— from Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant, Complete by Ulysses S. (Ulysses Simpson) Grant

He was perfect; no doubt he saved my life; those men all know a little of medicine.”
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Love alone, love that loses self in its object; love that accepts service with gladness and transmutes sacrifice into a joy; simple, honest, self-forgetful love must be the light and life of marriage, or else it will speedily go out in darkness and expire in death.
— from Practical Ethics by William De Witt Hyde

When two stout and elderly fellow-countrymen of his climbed the last mile of the rough valley beneath the Las Flores slope, Philip and his troop were a league or more beyond the Moxoto's watershed.
— from The Stowaway Girl by Louis Tracy

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— from Peeps at Many Lands: Sweden by William Liddle

The life and letters of Matthew Fontaine Maury.
— from U.S. Copyright Renewals, 1956 January - June by Library of Congress. Copyright Office

Thus the attribution [183] to d'Indy of "dryness" and "lack of melody" which one sometimes hears may be taken as an inverted tribute to the spontaneity of his melody and especially of his rhythms.
— from Contemporary Composers by Daniel Gregory Mason

There are few spots in Europe that have a longer or more tragic history.
— from Constantinople: The Story of the Old Capital of the Empire by William Holden Hutton

Its lofty mountain chains and matchless canyons; its spectacular geysers and fountains of unending diversity in quality, and every degree of temperature from boiling springs to those which are said to produce ice by chemical processes; its beautiful mountain lakes and magnificent cataracts, all combine to make it a land of marvels.
— from The Awakening of the Desert by Julius Charles Birge

He caught her eyes fixed upon his own with a look of most curious intentness, and the next moment he knew that he had sat down wordless again on his chair, that the girl was already half-way across the room, and that he was trying to eat his salad with a dessert-spoon and a knife.
— from Three John Silence Stories by Algernon Blackwood

In the actual labor of mining, the mighty arms and tireless back Of Quade had been a treasure.
— from The Rangeland Avenger by Max Brand

If I had expressed but a little of my thoughts she would at once have accused me of wronging him, she would have resented it as an annoyance; and for no consideration would I wish to annoy her.
— from My Austrian Love The History of the Adventures of an English Composer in Vienna. Written in the Trenches by Himself by Maxime Provost