Herbs and roots lost their primitive potency and stronger food had to be furnished to man by the flesh of other animals.... Death gained upon life and men felt themselves overtaken by a speedier chastisement.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

Why do we, almost before we have begun to live, become dull, grey, uninteresting, lazy, apathetic, useless, unhappy....
— from Plays by Anton Chekhov, Second Series by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

He was now growing up like a green tree, able For love, war, or ambition, which reward Their luckier votaries, till old age's tedium Make some prefer the circulating medium.
— from Don Juan by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

Kemp got up, looked about him, and fetched a glass from his spare room.
— from The Invisible Man: A Grotesque Romance by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

" Yulia Sergeyevna got up languidly and went out limping slightly, as her foot had gone to sleep.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Of him the myth relates that, after being exposed at birth near the eddying stream of the river Gallus, he grew up like a flower, and when he had grown to be fair and tall, he was beloved by the Mother of the Gods.
— from The Works of the Emperor Julian, Vol. 1 by Emperor of Rome Julian

They got up, laughing as if they were mad, and the Gong went on, shouted at the top of their voices, beneath the burning sky, among the ripening grain, to the rapid gallop of the little horse, who set off every time the refrain was sung, and galloped a hundred yards, to their great delight, while occasionally a stone-breaker by the roadside sat up and looked at the load of shouting females through his wire spectacles.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Thus much may give us light after what sort of books were prohibited among the Greeks.
— from Areopagitica A Speech for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing to the Parliament of England by John Milton

Finally, St. Clare got up, looked at his watch, and said he had an engagement down street.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

You never give us leave, and us wants to do what is right and upright, unless you order us contrary, and us has no right to tell without ask you, and you so full of enemies.
— from Clara Vaughan, Volume 2 (of 3) by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore

I dare say, Chainbearer, that if the surveyin' of this clearin' be put to you on the footin' of defiance, that your back would get up, like anybody else's, and you'd bring on the chain, let who might stand in your way.
— from The Chainbearer; Or, The Littlepage Manuscripts by James Fenimore Cooper

Then our minds will be opened, and our understandings quickened; for then the Holy Ghost can act upon us to give us light and intelligence.
— from What Jesus Taught by Osborne J. P. Widtsoe

Surely, though, more than that, but we've forgotten. Isn't growing up largely a process of forgetting, rather than of getting, knowledge?
— from August First by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

Those who had not money to pay for tickets might insure a certain number for a small sum, and thus obtain a prize; and so lottery grew upon lottery, and the sphere was indefinitely extended.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66, No. 410, December 1849 by Various

James Gurney, wilt thou give us leave awhile?
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9] by William Shakespeare

[28] “ Contritus lege tantum abest ut perveniat ad gratiam, ut longius ab ea discedat. ”
— from Luther, vol. 5 of 6 by Hartmann Grisar

O Khadja, give us lawfully a single one of our desires; reserve thy breath and lead us into the way of God.
— from The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam by Omar Khayyam

He was a tall, sparely-built, man of indeterminate age, with thinning sandy hair, a long Gaelic upper lip, and a wide, half-humorous, half-weary mouth; he wore an open-necked shirt, and an old and shabby leather jacket, to the left shoulder of which a few clinging flecks of paint showed where some military emblem had been, long ago.
— from Day of the Moron by H. Beam Piper