Since nothing in phenomena can be explained by the concept of freedom, but the mechanism of nature must constitute the only clue; moreover, when pure reason tries to ascend in the series of causes to the unconditioned, it falls into an antinomy which is entangled in incomprehensibilities on the one side as much as the other; whilst the latter (namely, mechanism) is at least useful in the explanation of phenomena, therefore no one would ever have been so rash as to introduce freedom into science, had not the moral law, and with it practical reason, come in and forced this notion upon us.
— from The Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant

“‘Tea, tea, coffee, tea, Or chocolaritee.’
— from Howards End by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

A speculative reasoner concerning triangles or circles considers the several known and given relations of the parts of these figures; and thence infers some unknown relation, which is dependent on the former.
— from An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals by David Hume

But his relations with these people were confined to one clearly defined channel, and had a certain routine from which it was impossible to depart.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

He boldly penetrated through the thickets and morasses of the Carbonarian forest; 21 occupied Tournay and Cambray, the only cities which existed in the fifth century, and extended his conquests as far as the River Somme, over a desolate country, whose cultivation and populousness are the effects of more recent industry.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

It produces vinegar, an alcoholic drink called tuba or coco-wine , an oil, an edible nut, and its leaves are used instead of nipa to roof the huts.
— from The Medicinal Plants of the Philippines by T. H. (Trinidad Hermenegildo) Pardo de Tavera

When friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace, these only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope, nor deserted sorrow.
— from The Sketch-Book of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving

—Here is the recipe for the famous bitters: Calamus root, two pounds; orange peel, two pounds; Peruvian bark, two pounds; gentian root, two pounds; colombo root, two pounds; rhubarb, eight ounces; cloves, two ounces; cinnamon, four ounces; diluted alcohol, four gallons; water, two gallons; sugar, two pounds.
— from One Thousand Ways to Make Money by Page Fox

Some of the sounds I had never heard in linguistic combinations, though, of course, I am acquainted with them theoretically.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 05, April 1867 to September 1867 by Various

As our commander was very desirous of leaving in the country such an assortment of animals and vegetables as might greatly contribute to the future benefit of the inhabitants, one of the first things which he did was to give to a chief, who had come off in a canoe, two boars, two sows, four hens, and two cocks, together with a quantity of seeds, The seeds were of the most useful kind; such as wheat, french and kidney beans, pease, cabbage, turnips, onions, carrots, parsnips, and yams.
— from Narrative of the Voyages Round the World, Performed by Captain James Cook With an Account of His Life During the Previous and Intervening Periods by Andrew Kippis

It was the cruellest torture of Charlotte's life.
— from Charlotte Brontë: A Monograph by T. Wemyss (Thomas Wemyss) Reid

His smouldering, causelessly excited anger, his evident struggle to throw off an oppression, and the fierce resentment of the chief's judgment which he would now and then betray, revealed how closely the offence clung to his consciousness.
— from What's Mine's Mine — Complete by George MacDonald

"But if you could get me away to see a doctor, or if there is a doctor here whom I could trust——" "Of course there is, I must have been a fool not to have thought of it before.
— from The Cardinal Moth by Fred M. (Fred Merrick) White