The difficulties of a retreat are naturally greater or less according as the battle has been fought under more or less favourable circumstances, and according as it has been more or less obstinately contested.
— from On War — Volume 1 by Carl von Clausewitz

You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

But, once beyond this line of demarcation, all the past events are placed by them on one plane, and there are no gradations of ‘long ago’ and ‘very long ago.’
— from Argonauts of the Western Pacific An Account of Native Enterprise and Adventure in the Archipelagoes of Melanesian New Guinea by Bronislaw Malinowski

Again I looked out: we were passing a church; I saw its low broad tower against the sky, and its bell was tolling a quarter; I saw a narrow galaxy of lights too, on a hillside, marking a village or hamlet.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

DEMETRIUS You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
— from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare

A needle gun, obviously, loaded with two and a half inch grooved drug carrying needles.
— from The Man Who Staked the Stars by Katherine MacLean

It was not a place anyone need grieve over losing, an observer might say—a few acres of stumpy, cleared land, an indefinite piece of forest, and an old log cabin.
— from 'Lizbeth of the Dale by Mary Esther Miller MacGregor

The preacher says he’s got a natural gift of language.
— from Mr. Opp by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice

It was customary to expose the relics to veneration on that day, and as Sens, the metropolitan church of Paris [29] and other important towns, had a very valuable collection of relics, the ceremony attracted a notable gathering of lords, spiritual and temporal.
— from Peter Abélard by Joseph McCabe

In this, at one time, circumscribed space, Guy Fawkes spent his last weeks, with no fresh air to breathe and no glimmer of light to {119} cheer.
— from The Tower of London by Arthur Poyser

So Mrs. Spaulding felt that she had taken a new grip on life when her timorous little protégée was installed in the yellow-tinted study which had been made ready for her.
— from The Silver Poppy by Arthur Stringer

The male gods are named Géru, or lords; the females, Amey-Malghen, or spiritual nymphs.
— from The Adventurers by Gustave Aimard

Within the house everything remained silent, there was no sound audible, no gleam of light to show that any of the inmates had been disturbed.
— from The Bittermeads Mystery by E. R. (Ernest Robertson) Punshon