They probably fancied that my sole object—and, indeed, the sole object for which a sane man could ever put himself into voluntary motion—was to get an appetite for dinner.
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Excuse me,” continued Evgenie Pavlovitch hotly, “I don’t say a word against liberalism.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

They probably fancied that my sole object—and, indeed, the sole object for which a sane man could ever put himself into voluntary motion—was, to get an appetite for dinner.
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

When you visit an Indian in his tent, the pipe is immediately taken up, and passes round in the company, each person handing it to his left-hand neighbour.
— from Maximilian, Prince of Wied's, Travels in the Interior of North America, 1832-1834, part 2 by Wied, Maximilian, Prinz von

Human life is like a game at chess; each piece holds its place upon the chess-board—king, queen, bishop, and pawn.
— from Reminiscences of Prince Talleyrand, Volume 2 (of 2) by Colmache, M., active 19th century

At Torino he painted for the Jesuits a St. Paul; began to ornament a gallery for the Duke, Charles Emanuel; published his Idea de' Pittori Scultori
— from The Life and Writings of Henry Fuseli, Volume 3 (of 3) by Henry Fuseli

Several curious emotions possessed him in turn, after his first overwhelming surprise.
— from Mary Ware's Promised Land by Annie F. (Annie Fellows) Johnston

What’s de matter Susan, &c. end stanza Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do; Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do; Nigger on de wood-pile, Can’t count eleben— Put him in a fedder bed, He think he’s gwine to heaben.
— from Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 5 A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs by Various

Cravissima est probi hominis iracundia.
— from Social life at Rome in the Age of Cicero by W. Warde (William Warde) Fowler

Now, sir, if you, who have him doubly in your power—first, by the mortgage; and, secondly, as his political godfather, who can either put him in, or keep him out of the country—if you were to write him a friendly, confidential letter, in which, observe, you are about to finally arrange your affairs; and you are sorry—quite sorry—but the truth is, something must be done about the mortgage—you are very sorry—mark—but you are old, and cannot leave your property in an unsettled state.
— from Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two by William Carleton

wuz no use talkin', he couldn' 'ford ter buy no new ban's, en' he'd ha' ter sen' fer Cindy, 'en put her in de fiel'; fer de cotton-crap wuz a monst'us big 'un dat year, en' Cindy wuz one er de bes' cotton-pickers on de plantation.
— from The Conjure Woman by Charles W. (Charles Waddell) Chesnutt