The apple-bough had never thought of the boundless love of God, which extends over all the works of creation, over everything which lives, and moves, and has its being in Him; he had never thought of the good and beautiful which are so often hidden, but can never remain forgotten by Him,—not only among the lower creation, but also among men.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

What may be left of General Grant’s great name forty centuries hence?
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

When we decline (in a marked manner) to fly the red flag and fire across a barricade like our grandfathers, are we really declining in deference to sociologists—or to soldiers?
— from What's Wrong with the World by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

(Or): “Hitherto nothing of me has been lost or gained; more remains to pay the way than there is way.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

King Janak, when his rites were done, Skilled all the charms of speech to know, Spoke to wise Śatánanda so: “My brother, lord of glorious fame, My younger, Kuśadhwaj by name, Whose virtuous life has won renown, Has settled in a lovely town, Sánkáśyá, decked with grace divine, Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, While Ikshumatí rolls her wave Her lofty rampart's foot to lave.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

As far as I have sought any, not the best laid out garden or parterre has been my model—but Nature has been.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

Take, for instance, the remark of one of the characters in a play by Labiche, "Only God has the right to kill His fellow-creature."
— from Laughter: An Essay on the Meaning of the Comic by Henri Bergson

Codtickler de Magistro nostrandorum Magistro nostratorumque beuvetis, libri octo galantissimi.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

EUTHYPHRO: How do you mean, Socrates? SOCRATES: I mean to say that the holy has been acknowledged by us to be loved of God because it is holy, not to be holy because it is loved.
— from Euthyphro by Plato

O why, &c. H2 anchor On Politics In Politics if thou would'st mix, And mean thy fortunes be; Bear this in mind,—be deaf and blind, Let great folk hear and see. H2 anchor Braw Lads O' Galla Water Braw, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o' Galla Water.
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

There are traces of the remains of the residence of Alastair Breac, laird of Gairloch, and of some of the older chiefs of [348] the Mackenzies, on this island, as well as of bothies where illicit distillation used to be carried on.
— from Gairloch in North-West Ross-Shire Its Records, Traditions, Inhabitants, and Natural History, with a Guide to Gairloch and Loch Maree, and a Map and Illustrations by John H. (John Henry) Dixon

Before long others gave out and the cart was loaded until that broke down.
— from Diary of an Enlisted Man by Lawrence Van Alstyne

Being largely of glass, if they are not put away carefully, the breakage can be both annoying and needlessly expensive.
— from If You're Going to Live in the Country by Thomas H. (Thomas Hamilton) Ormsbee

Nothing so puts his modest talents in a glow as to bring them near the beacon lights of Genius.
— from The Fiction Factory Being the experience of a writer who, for twenty-two years, has kept a story-mill grinding successfully by William Wallace Cook

“Not amiss!” said Bianchon; “one or the other must surely, by look or gesture—”
— from The Muse of the Department by Honoré de Balzac

There was, then, no good reason why New York should continue to oppose her admission merely in the selfish and insignificant interest of the land speculators, and in the blind lead of Governor Clinton's persistent enmity.
— from Vermont: A Study of Independence by Rowland Evans Robinson

In order that there would be protection to Lakeville, in case a fire should occur during the picnic, Constable Stickler was to be left on guard part of the day, and a man would relieve him at a certain hour, so that the old official might see part of the fun.
— from The Young Firemen of Lakeville; Or, Herbert Dare's Pluck by Frank V. Webster

By pumping air into these the balloon envelope could be filled out again when it had become partly deflated by loss of gas, for one of the great problems was to maintain the shape of the balloon after a quantity of gas had escaped.
— from The Romance of Aircraft by Laurence Yard Smith