Any spot on land or water satisfies a dove who wants and finds rest; but no perch suits a dove of sixty years old, alone and uneducated, who has lost his taste even for olives.
— from The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams

The difficulties of supplying your army, except when you are constantly moving, beyond where you are, I plainly see.
— from Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant, Complete by Ulysses S. (Ulysses Simpson) Grant

Two years elapsed between my flight with Amar toward the Himalayas, and the great day of Sri Yukteswar's arrival into my life.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk; Yet I do find it so; for, to be plain, They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, Have hired me to undermine the Duchess, And buzz these conjurations in her brain.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

“Some years he jest travels, week in and week out, and it's always in heathen countries—Egypt and Asia and the Desert of Sarah, you know.”
— from Pollyanna by Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman) Porter

BY PAUL M. A. LINEBARGER: The Political Doctrines of Sun Yat-sen (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins Press, 1937) Government in Republican China (New York: McGraw-Hill Book Company, 1938)
— from Psychological Warfare by Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

After the fall of the Western monarchy, the majesty of the purple resided solely in the princes of Constantinople; and of these, Justinian was the first who, after a divorce of sixty years, regained the dominion of ancient Rome, and asserted, by the right of conquest, the august title of Emperor of the Romans.
— 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

The death of such youths seldom fails to meet with infinite pity; as no mortal calamity is more moving and afflicting, than to see the flower of virtue cropped before its time.
— from Bacon's Essays, and Wisdom of the Ancients by Francis Bacon

He no longer set the fashion as in his days of success, years ago in Boston.
— from Mother Earth, Vol. 1 No. 4, June 1906 Monthly Magazine Devoted to Social Science and Literature by Various

so, though God may prevent sin, yet when sin hath been committed, it will alway be true that sin was committed; it will never be true to say such a creature that did sin, did not sin; his sin cannot be recalled: though God, by pardon, take off the guilt of Peter’s denying our Saviour, yet it will be eternally true that Peter did deny him.
— from The Existence and Attributes of God, Volumes 1 and 2 by Stephen Charnock

The Sunny darted off to a distance of several yards, poised itself steadily, and as soon as my rod was raised 522 from the water, returned to its station.
— from Audubon and His Journals, Volume 2 (of 2) by John James Audubon

'Well, Veneaty,' said the lady, 'are you still desirous of selling your house?
— from The Humour and Pathos of Anglo-Indian Life Extracts from his brother's note-book, made by Dr. Ticklemore by J. E. Mayer

“I'll give you some of the dear old songs you used to like so much.
— from Rose in Bloom A Sequel to "Eight Cousins" by Louisa May Alcott

Therefore it has been only in the last dozen or so years that some order could be established for the Precambrian rock sequences.
— from Nuclear Clocks Revised by Henry Faul

Since you can form no decided objection; since you have undoubtedly allowed me to hope; why do you thus cruelly prolong my sufferings?
— from Emmeline, the Orphan of the Castle by Charlotte Smith

[260] And while it was still shouting, Tammen shot around Burns and began to lessen the dozen or so yards between him and Allan.
— from On Your Mark! A Story of College Life and Athletics by Ralph Henry Barbour

"Why, Mac, who ever dreamed of seeing you here, old man!"
— from Phebe, Her Profession A Sequel to Teddy: Her Book by Anna Chapin Ray

at a distance of seventeen years between, three children, all suffering through the mistakes of their fathers, clung in vain to those same curtains: for sixty years the Tuileries was little more than a royal hostelry wherein the fleeting dynasties put up in turn.
— from My Memoirs, Vol. II, 1822 to 1825 by Alexandre Dumas