No greeting is as sweet as the drowsy murmur of bees, in garden, lane or open heath.
— from The Charm of Gardens by Dion Clayton Calthrop

Again you must remember they have no belief in God like our own.
— from Children of Wild Australia by Herbert Pitts

The book, bound in green leather, opened of its own accord at p. 212, and M. Bergeret once more read these fatal lines: “a passage to the North.
— from The Elm-tree on the Mall by Anatole France

But in governments like our own, in which legislative and executive services are altogether dissociated, this training is incomplete, and this exhibition almost entirely wanting.
— from Congressional Government: A Study in American Politics by Woodrow Wilson

Suspend barometer in good light out of sunshine.
— from Weather Warnings for Watchers by Anonymous

The haste with which the Southern leaders advanced step by step, forced every issue, and were now pushing their allies to the wall was, to say the least, bad management, but it grew logically out of their situation.
— from Abraham Lincoln, a History — Volume 02 by John G. (John George) Nicolay