He resorted to the old-fashioned methods of the decadents for maintaining the certain requisite melancholy apparently necessary to sing a certain way.
— from Adventures in the Arts Informal Chapters on Painters, Vaudeville, and Poets by Marsden Hartley

It is quite enough for Christians to be able to show, as they well can, that belief in revealed religion is not inconsistent with the highest gifts and acquirements of mind, that men even of the strongest and highest intellect have been Christians, but they have as little reason to be perplexed at finding other men of ability not true believers, as at finding that certain rich men are not true believers, or certain poor men, or some in every rank and circumstance of life.
— from Parochial and Plain Sermons, Vol. VIII (of 8) by John Henry Newman

“Holding the keys of opulence and empire,” he continued, “it can raise men and nations to the most dazzling height—but it can stain, delude, and madden them until they become a worse than pestilence to human nature.”
— from Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew. by George Croly

"The report," he answered, "of my intention of visiting Paris is perfectly correct, Monsieur de Bellievre; nor can I, indeed, refrain from executing that purpose, with all due deference to his Majesty, for many reasons, amongst which those that you yourself give me of injurious rumours being rife in the capital regarding me, are not the least cogent.
— from Henry of Guise; or, The States of Blois (Vol. 2 of 3) by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

Wherever civilization and science go hand in hand, wherever humanity reaps “the long results of time,” whether in the old world or the new, page 40 p. 40 wherever the great Caucasian race multiplies and nourishes, there, more or less, is there a living faith in the mission of Christ as a Divine teacher, as the comforter of human sorrow, as the healer of human woe, as the model for all to follow who aspire upwards to heaven and to God.
— from The Religious Life of London by J. Ewing (James Ewing) Ritchie

Cannon, rockets, musketry, and now the run of drums, now the ring of bugles, now the tramp of horses, and the field was like a landslip.
— from Vittoria — Complete by George Meredith

The night was clear, with no moon, but the sky was brilliant with stars affording even more light than I really wanted; and at length, having peered cautiously round me and noted that the buildings were all dark, showing that the inhabitants had retired to rest, I stole slowly, crouching, across the open and so down to the beach.
— from A Middy of the King: A Romance of the Old British Navy by Harry Collingwood