When I am happily settled in Paris, and our circumstances, please God, improved, and we are all more cheerful and in better humor, I will write you my thoughts more fully, and ask you to do me a great kindness.
— from The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart — Volume 01 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

It may be more important than any of the expressed terms, and yet the contract may have [314] been reduced to writing in words which cannot fairly be construed to include it.
— from The Common Law by Oliver Wendell Holmes

It was as yet too early in the year for much colour to appear in the gardens and foliage; the so-called spring was but winter overlaid with a thin coat of greenness, and it was of a parcel with his expectations.
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

“Why, Hetty, lass, are ye turned Methodist?” said Mr. Poyser, with that comfortable slow enjoyment of a laugh which one only sees in stout people.
— from Adam Bede by George Eliot

My Dear ,—I write to advise you that Peace was signed two hours ago between Champagny and Prince Metternich.
— from Napoleon's Letters to Josephine, 1796-1812 For the First Time Collected and Translated, with Notes Social, Historical, and Chronological, from Contemporary Sources by Emperor of the French Napoleon I

3 And yet to see her so benign, So honourable and womanly, In every maiden kindness mine, And full of gayest courtesy, Was pleasure so without alloy, Such unreproved, sufficient bliss, I almost wish’d, the while, that joy Might never further go than this.
— from The Angel in the House by Coventry Patmore

Whereupon, 'Madam,' quoth he, 'fear not; I am your Tedaldo, alive and well, and have never died nor been slain, whatsoever you and my brothers may believe.'
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

Since prohibition, the average citizen is drinking one hundred more cups of coffee a year than he did in the old days; and a good part of the increase is attributed to newly formed habits of drinking coffee between meals, at soda fountains, in tea and coffee shops, at hotels, and even in the homes.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

Rebecca was seventeen when she came to Chiswick, and was bound over as an articled pupil; her duties being to talk French, as we have seen; and her privileges to live cost free, and, with a few guineas a year, to gather scraps of knowledge from the professors who attended the school.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

“He will sell you and cheat you, and then dine at your table.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

Ah, yes, there is!
— from Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I ask you to help yourself.
— from A Woman Intervenes by Robert Barr

Zulime, who looked at everything in the spirit of a youthful tourist, was enchanted and I played guide with such enthusiasm as a man of forty could bring to bear.
— from A Daughter of the Middle Border by Hamlin Garland

They were just finishing when Phil, chancing to look behind them, uttered a yell that would have done credit to an Apache Indian.
— from Dave Porter at Star Ranch; Or, The Cowboy's Secret by Edward Stratemeyer

The exposure which simply hurts natural modesty is acutely painful to a refined, sensitive spirit; and yet the very dignity which it outrages is a shield against the point of the insult.
— from The Expositor's Bible: The Song of Solomon and the Lamentations of Jeremiah by Walter F. (Walter Frederic) Adeney

he said: “tell me all about your time in Ireland?” “Oh!
— from The Dark Flower by John Galsworthy

Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much Loved
— from Vanishing Roads and Other Essays by Richard Le Gallienne

I came to arrest you, threatening to kill you if you didn't submit, and your friends were there ready to defend you.
— from The Ethical Engineer by Harry Harrison

"You have not gone to bed, m'sieu?" "No." The heavy shadow seemed to fade away, and yet there still remained a shadow there.
— from The Flaming Forest by James Oliver Curwood

Thus a moment arrives when the minds of any given dominant type fail to meet the demands made upon them, and are superseded by a younger type, which in turn is set aside by another still younger, until the limit of the administrative genius of that particular race has been reached.
— from The Theory of Social Revolutions by Brooks Adams