Whether it was really the history of his life, or whether it was the mere product of his imagination—that is to say, some narrative which he had conceived during his lonely residence in our house, and had at last, from endless repetition, come to believe in himself—or whether he was adorning with imaginary facts the true record of his career, I have never quite been able to make out.
— from Boyhood by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

The male’s hatred of being betrayed, even when it affords him a loophole for escape rang in his voice.
— from The Erratic Flame by Ysabel De Teresa

Therefore I like the humble-bee, being, at heart at least, for ever roaming among the woodlands and the hills and by the brooks.
— from The Life of the Fields by Richard Jefferies

Now General Booth's scheme proposes to establish a dredger for every harbour, a lighthouse for every rock, an engineer for keeping clear every channel.
— from Darkest India A Supplement to General Booth's "In Darkest England, and the Way Out" by Frederick St. George De Lautour Booth-Tucker

Only a day ago I had a letter from Em, reproaching me for my coldness; yet, God help me!
— from The Garies and Their Friends by Frank J. Webb