“Compassion, love of our brothers, for those who love us and for those who hate us, love of our enemies; yes, that love which God preached on earth and which Princess Mary taught me and I did not understand—that is what made me sorry to part with life, that is what remained for me had I lived.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

An' this day yo'-all run th' last Orlick off en yore place.
— from The Red Debt: Echoes from Kentucky by Everett MacDonald

No seminarist may become subdeacon without the consent of the government, and the list of ordinations each year, sent to him at Paris by the bishop, is returned, cut down to the strictly necessary.
— from The Modern Regime, Volume 2 by Hippolyte Taine

He imitates so well the language of our early youth that he leads us back to the prairie-land of our illusions.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

It is merely a little introductory breeze of patriotism, such as occasionally brushes over every mind, bearing on its wings the remembrance of all we ever loved or cherished in the land of our early years; and if it should seem to be rodomontade to any people in other parts of the earth, let them only imagine it to be said about "Old Kentuck," old England, or any other corner of the world in which they happened to be born, and they will find it quite rational.
— from The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Starving company, troop of hungry Piso, Light of luggage, of outfit expeditious, You, Veranius, you, my own Fabullus, Say, what fortune?
— from The Poems and Fragments of Catullus Translated in the Metres of the Original by Gaius Valerius Catullus