These cloisters owe nothing to public charities; our walls were not raised by the usury of publicans, nor their foundations laid in base extortion.
— from Letters of Abelard and Heloise To which is prefix'd a particular account of their lives, amours, and misfortunes by Héloïse

NOTE 6.—In continuation of note 4, chap.
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

The concept of freedom determines nothing in respect of the theoretical cognition of nature; and the natural concept determines nothing in respect of the practical laws of freedom.
— from Kant's Critique of Judgement by Immanuel Kant

[138] Ambrosius was to Origen, allowing him six or seven amanuenses to write out his dictates; I must for that cause do my business myself, and was therefore enforced, as a bear doth her whelps, to bring forth this confused lump; I had not time to lick it into form, as she doth her young ones, but even so to publish it, as it was first written quicquid in buccam venit , in an extemporean style, as [139] I do commonly all other exercises, effudi quicquid dictavit genius meus , out of a confused company of notes, and writ with as small deliberation as I do ordinarily speak, without all affectation of big words, fustian phrases, jingling terms, tropes, strong lines, that like [140] Acesta's arrows caught fire as they flew, strains of wit, brave heats, elegies, hyperbolical exornations, elegancies, &c., which many so much affect.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

The King’s Closet at the Tuileries W e will leave Villefort on the road to Paris, travelling—thanks to trebled fees—with all speed, and passing through two or three apartments, enter at the Tuileries the little room with the arched window, so well known as having been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII., and now of Louis Philippe.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

We will complain of nothing.
— from On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History by Thomas Carlyle

Don’t you care?” “It doesn’t matter” said Mary, “whether I care or not.”
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Dr. Douglas Hyde has sent to me the following evidence:—‘I have a poem, consisting of nearly one hundred stanzas, about a pig who ate an Irish manuscript, and who by eating it recovered human speech for twenty-four hours and gave his master an account of his previous embodiments.
— from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. (Walter Yeeling) Evans-Wentz

O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise.
— from Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare

There are tumults of the mind when like the great convulsions of nature all seems anarchy and returning chaos, yet often in those moments of vast disturbance, as in the material strife itself, some new principle of order, or some new impulse of conduct, develops itself, and controls and regulates and brings to an harmonious consequence, passions and elements which seemed only to threaten despair and subversion.
— from Sybil, Or, The Two Nations by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield

C o nuítt o , food, sustenance or maintenance of life together.
— from Queen Anna's New World of Words; or, Dictionarie of the Italian and English Tongues by John Florio

She had overcome her grief, because self-control was necessary, because there were other tasks before Baratowski's widow than that merely of deploring his loss, and Princess Hedwiga had ever possessed the enviable faculty of subordinating her dearest feelings to the outward calls of necessity.
— from Under a Charm: A Novel. Vol. III by E. Werner

A savage, forbidding country, this whole interior of the Seward Peninsula, uninhabited and unfit for habitation; a country of naked rock and bare hillside and desolate, barren valley, without amenities of any kind and cursed with a perpetual icy blast.
— from Ten Thousand Miles with a Dog Sled A Narrative of Winter Travel in Interior Alaska by Hudson Stuck

She could obtain no further certainty, for she knew that she must not expect to see either her father or brother.
— from The Chaplet of Pearls by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

"Yes, Khan," replied my father, "it is incumbent on all good men to do their utmost in a case of need like this; who knows, if the brute is not killed, but that some one else may become food for it?" "Inshalla!" said the Khan, twisting up his mustachios, and surveying himself, "we have determined that the brute dies to-day.
— from Confessions of a Thug by Meadows Taylor

"Soon after daylight we made sail, with the jolly-boat in tow, and stood close-hauled to the northward and westward, in the hope of reaching the coast of Newfoundland or of being picked up by some vessel.
— from Cornish Characters and Strange Events by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

On this ground we insist on trust legislation, tariff reform, the conservation of natural resources, etc.
— from Social Justice Without Socialism by John Bates Clark

Secondly , This Manner of Preaching as used by them (considering that they also affirm, That it may be and often is performed by Men who are wicked, or void of true Grace ) cannot only not edify the Church, beget or nourish true Faith, but is destructive to it, being directly contrary to the Nature of the Christian and Apostolick Ministry mentioned in the Scriptures: For the Apostle preached the Gospel not in the Wisdom of Words, lest the Cross of Christ should be of none Effect , 1 Cor.
— from An Apology for the True Christian Divinity Being an explanation and vindication of the principles and doctrines of the people called Quakers by Robert Barclay

This monument was thrown down many years ago by some convulsion of nature, and now lies overgrown by vines and bushes, hidden beneath tamarind and banana-trees.
— from Due West; Or, Round the World in Ten Months by Maturin Murray Ballou

Alongside the brutalities and agonies of the war, the injustice and cruelties of normal civil live seem pale and tame.
— from A Sheaf by John Galsworthy