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HESIOD: 'Of what effect are righteousness and courage?' HOMER: 'To advance the common good by private pains.'
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod
M. de Villefort replied by ordering the strictest inquiries to be made respecting these two persons; his orders were executed, and the following evening he received these details: “The abbé, who was in Paris only for a month, inhabited a small two-storied house behind Saint-Sulpice; there were two rooms on each floor and he was the only tenant.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas
I was a mean dog to go off and leave him, but no dog I've every heard of was ever as mean as I'd be if I didn't try and persuade Mellersh to come out and enjoy this too.
— from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim
"Yourself did, when giving me an account of your voyage," answered Captain Delano, with almost equal astonishment at this eating of his own words, even as he ever seemed eating his [pg 195] own heart, on the part of the Spaniard.
— from The Piazza Tales by Herman Melville
However it was, his orders were executed; and the Burtons were hoisted.
— from Moby Dick; Or, The Whale by Herman Melville
Adriaen Van Ostade (1610–1685), the Dutch genre painter and etcher, pupil of Frans Hals, in his "Dutch Coffee House" (1650), shows the genesis of the coffee house of western Europe about the time it still partook of some of the tavern characteristics.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers
His determination to cram down their throats, or put 'bodily into their souls' his own words, elicits a cry of horror from Socrates.
— from The Republic by Plato
His order was executed, and the priest was led in, foaming with rage, cursing the count, calling him excommunicated wretch, whose very breath was poisonous; swearing that never another mass should be sung in the chapel that had been polluted with sacrilege, and finally promising that the archbishop should avenge him.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova
During 1758, 1759, and 1760 Frederick the Second of Prussia had held his own, with English aid; he was now to lose his ally.
— from Formation of the Union, 1750-1829 by Albert Bushnell Hart
His offer was eagerly accepted, and so confident were the conspirators of success that they at once settled the division of their spoil.
— from History of the English People, Volume III The Parliament, 1399-1461; The Monarchy 1461-1540 by John Richard Green
Lynch was his own worst enemy, and, like so many of his kind, he died in poverty and obscurity, his most perfect “break-down” being his own!
— from Curiosities of the American Stage by Laurence Hutton
When the boys turned out in the morning the blankets which the old man and the boy had occupied were empty and cold, showing that they had departed long before daylight.
— from Ted Strong's Motor Car Or, Fast and Furious by Edward C. Taylor
He entertained a peculiar feeling of friendship for the House whose catalogue had helped him through long winter evenings, when night came at four, and interminable spells of wet weather, so when he sent a bona fide order to Chicago he never failed to inquire as to the health of each member of the firm and inform them that his own was excellent at time of writing, adding such items concerning the condition of the range and stock as he thought would interest them.
— from The Fighting Shepherdess by Caroline Lockhart
The old countess came up to him, overflowing with earnest assurances of her gratitude, which he politely put aside.
— from In Paradise: A Novel. Vol. II by Paul Heyse
He had lied to her with shy delight regarding his set habit of walking every afternoon.
— from The Trufflers: A Story by Samuel Merwin
Her orders were executed, and the assignats were delivered to the King.
— from Memoirs of the Court of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France, Volume 6 Being the Historic Memoirs of Madam Campan, First Lady in Waiting to the Queen by Mme. (Jeanne-Louise-Henriette) Campan
For each man is his own worst enemy, and has no foe more deadly than his own intemperance, which is sure to kill him, if the enemy be not quick.
— from The Life and Letters of Ogier Ghiselin de Busbecq, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Ogier Ghislain de Busbecq
You mustn't forget that I was a big, loose, rangy 180-pounder, and standin' there—I can see it now; I didn't then—but me standin' there, with the heat of warm exercise and three West Indian rum swizzles oozing out of me on that tropic afternoon, I c'n see now I wasn't any winged angel to look at.
— from Sonnie-Boy's People by James B. (James Brendan) Connolly
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