And after sixty, the inclination to be alone grows into a kind of real, natural instinct; for at that age everything combines in favor of it.
— from The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer; Counsels and Maxims by Arthur Schopenhauer

It is a kind of reproach, not to be able, or not to dare, to do what we see those about us do; let such as these stop at home.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

These Feciales were instituted by the mildest and justest of the kings of Rome, Numa Pompilius, to be guardians of peace, and examiners of the reasons which justify a nation in going to war.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch

For in this kind of representation nature contains nothing monstrous (either magnificent or horrible); the magnitude that is apprehended may be increased as much as you wish provided it can be comprehended in a whole by the Imagination.
— from Kant's Critique of Judgement by Immanuel Kant

Perhaps they will not only have a smile, but a genuine disgust for all that is thus rapturous, idealistic, feminine, and hermaphroditic, and if any one could look into their inmost hearts, he would not easily find therein the intention to reconcile "Christian sentiments" with "antique taste," or even with "modern parliamentarism" (the kind of reconciliation necessarily found even among philosophers in our very uncertain and consequently very conciliatory century).
— from Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Arrived there, the luxury of the rooms seemed to inspire them with a kind of respect, not unmixed with alarm.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

But the bondes, after consulting with each other, determined only to pay the scat which the Swedish king required in so far as King Olaf required none upon his account, but refused to pay scat to both.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson

San Diego was a kind of Rome: not the Rome of the time when the cunning Romulus laid out its walls with a plow, nor of the later time when, bathed in its own and others’ blood, it dictated laws to the world—no, it was a Rome of our own times with the difference that in place of marble monuments and colosseums it had its monuments of sawali and its cockpit of nipa.
— from The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal

When this took place, the commons were at first excited, especially when they saw the accused in a mourning habit, and with him not only none of the patricians, but not even any of his kinsmen or relatives, nay, not even his brothers Aulus and Titus Manlius; a circumstance which had never occurred before, that at so critical a juncture a man's nearest friends did not put on mourning.
— from The History of Rome, Books 01 to 08 by Livy

The country was pleasant round about, running in low hills, pleasantly watered and wooded, and the crops, to my eyes, wonderfully good; but the house itself appeared to be a kind of ruin; no road led up to it; no smoke arose from any of the chimneys; nor was there any semblance of a garden.
— from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson

And I am also to tel the Reader, that in that which is the more usefull part of this discourse; that is to say, the observations of the nature and breeding , and seasons , and catching of fish , I am not so simple as not to think but that he may find exceptions in some of these; and therefore I must intreat him to know, or rather note, that severall Countreys, and several Rivers alter the time and manner of fishes Breeding; and therefore if he bring not candor to the reading of this Discourse, he shall both injure me, and possibly himself too by too many Criticisms.
— from The Complete Angler 1653 by Izaak Walton

The bamboo is a kind of reed; naturally I began to think of the reeds that grow here in France.
— from Lost Illusions by Honoré de Balzac

The beauty of the children, the good clothing of everybody, canes swinging on the pavements, cheerful faces untroubled by thought, the warm benevolence of sunlight, bronzing trees along Riverside Park, a man reading a book on the summit of that rounded knoll of rock near Eighty-fourth Street which children call "Mount Tom"—everything was so bright in life and vigour that the sentence seems to need no verb.
— from Plum Pudding: Of Divers Ingredients, Discreetly Blended & Seasoned by Christopher Morley

Not have that kind of ravens now.”
— from In the Levant Twenty Fifth Impression by Charles Dudley Warner

One day he was standing looking at the mountain opposite, when he heard a kind of rumbling noise in the room behind him.
— from The Crimson Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

“Nothing that I know of,” replied Norris; “but perhaps Mrs. Calverley may change her mind.
— from Chetwynd Calverley New Edition, 1877 by William Harrison Ainsworth