Nothing is further from my thoughts than the wish to transform literature into a closed corporation, and to require the new arrivals to become apprentices and journeymen (although, in fact, every new generation unconsciously forms itself on the works of its intellectual ancestors).
— from Degeneration by Max Simon Nordau

Some of them were—Institutions for watching, paving, and lighting the city; the Union Fire Company, still, we believe, in useful operation; a Philosophical Society; an Academy for Education, now grown up into the University of Pennsylvania; and the City Hospital.
— from The Gallery of Portraits: with Memoirs. Volume 3 (of 7) by Arthur Thomas Malkin

The soldiers had no foot-gear but rags; every step was an agony, and thousands who had so far endured now gave up, and flung away their guns and equipments.
— from The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte. Vol. 3 (of 4) by William Milligan Sloane

She was so young and so small, and at the same time so perfect that Michael could think of her as looking like that for ever, not growing up into a tiresome, bouncing, fluffy flapper like Rosalind Jervis.
— from The Tree of Heaven by May Sinclair