Ah, Happy Oko, why did I ever slide down my family tree?
— from The Royal Book of Oz In which the Scarecrow goes to search for his family tree and discovers that he is the Long Lost Emperor of the Silver Island by Ruth Plumly Thompson

After the weighty and respectable part of the people had been murdered, or driven by the menaces of murder from their houses, or were dispersed in exile into every country in Europe,—after the soldiery had been debauched from their officers,—after property had lost its weight and consideration, along with its security,—after voluntary clubs and associations of factious and unprincipled men were substituted in the place of all the legal corporations of the kingdom
— from The Works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke, Vol. 04 (of 12) by Edmund Burke

She caught at the bed and grasped one 115 of the posts, holding tightly to it while she looked Harlan over with dreading, incredulous eyes.
— from 'Drag' Harlan by Charles Alden Seltzer

And yet how many millions of women since the world began have said to their husband: “Oh, why did I ever marry you?
— from Manners for Men by Mrs. Humphry

Beautiful Sermoneta and all the great fiefs in the Maremma fell into the maw of the Borgias, and your ancestors either found death at their hands or were driven into exile.
— from Lucretia Borgia According to Original Documents and Correspondence of Her Day by Ferdinand Gregorovius

This body, as well as the army, felt that their honourable occupation was declined in emolument and importance since the fall of Buonaparte, and looked back with regret to the days when they were employed in agencies, dark, secret, and well-recompensed, unknown to a peaceful and constitutional administration.
— from Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, Volume V. by Walter Scott

He told the truth briefly and to the point, not omitting his own wrong doing in every particular, and he swayed that crowd as a great orator might have been proud to sway a congregation.
— from The City of Fire by Grace Livingston Hill

The quantity of oxygen taken into the lungs at each inspiration is about eight cubic inches, one half of which disappears in every act of respiration.
— from A Treatise on Anatomy, Physiology, and Hygiene (Revised Edition) by Calvin Cutter

Lydia taught the three small children of one of the city's richest women, and she and Mary were happy or were despondent in exact accord with young Mrs. Lawrence's mood.
— from Saturday's Child by Kathleen Thompson Norris