“But the ink,” said Dantès; “of what did you make your ink?”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

some it cools, others it burns; some it wounds, others it slays; it begins the course of its desires, and at the same moment completes and ends it; in the morning it will lay siege to a fortress and by night will have taken it, for there is no power that can resist it; so what are you in dread of, what do you fear, when the same must have befallen Lothario, love having chosen the absence of my lord as the instrument for subduing you?
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“That saying does not hold good in your case,” replied Leonela, “for love, as I have heard say, sometimes flies and sometimes walks; with this one it runs, with that it moves slowly; some it cools, others it burns; some it wounds, others it slays; it begins the course of its desires, and at the same moment completes and ends it; in the morning it will lay siege to a fortress and by night will have taken it, for there is no power that can resist it; so what are you in dread of, what do you fear, when the same must have befallen Lothario, love having chosen the absence of my lord as the instrument for subduing you?
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

And then I remembered my brother Markel and what he said on his death-bed to his servants: “My dear ones, why do you wait on me, why do you love me, am I worth your waiting on me?”
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"This for the ladies' department,-- "Oh, where do you buy your hats, lady?
— from Young Lives by Richard Le Gallienne

I do Oo What do you ask for wages?
— from Mga Paquigpulong sa Iningles ug Binisaya by Gregorio de Santiago Vela

" "Send a good draught of wine down your throat," said his comrade on the next throne.
— from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne

And what an incentive we have to renewed effort in finding that we are making actual progress,—that we can do with comparative facility to-day what we could do only with difficulty yesterday!
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 51, January, 1862 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

Ye happy souls Who now her tender discipline obey, Where dwell ye?
— from The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside by Mark Akenside