The Fly could have spun it out to eight hours and not discommoded me; for where there is comfort, and no need for hurry, speed is of no value—at least to me; and nothing that goes on wheels can be more comfortable, more satisfactory, than the New Zealand trains.
— from Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World by Mark Twain

He has now lost faith in the practicability of his scheme—he is speaking to 'men, and not to Gods or sons of Gods' (Laws).
— from Laws by Plato

Lucan was a nephew of M. Annaeus Novatus (the Gallio of Acts xviii.
— from Helps to Latin Translation at Sight by Edmund Luce

You are not without the capacity of veneration, and faith and hope, and conscience and reason, and every other requisite to a Christian’s character, if you choose to employ them; but all our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthens by exercise: therefore, if you choose to use the bad, or those which tend to evil, till they become your masters, and neglect the good till they dwindle away, you have only yourself to blame.
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

As good have grown there still a liveless Rib. Being as I am, why didst not thou the Head Command me absolutely not to go, Going into such danger as thou saidst?
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

For although he refrained from giving a full account of their wickedness, through fear of offending, not themselves but their worshippers, for whom he was writing, yet he sufficiently indicated to discerning readers what opinion he had of them; for only in the one article of the eternity of their bodies does he assimilate them to the gods, all of whom, he asserts, are good and blessed, and absolutely free from what he himself calls the stormy passions of the demons; and as to the soul, he quite plainly affirms that they resemble men and not the gods, and that this resemblance lies not in the possession of wisdom, which even men can attain to, but in the perturbation of passions which sway the foolish and wicked, but is so ruled by the good and wise that they prefer not to admit rather than to conquer it.
— from The City of God, Volume I by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

He never attempted to sell it—not being in need of money, and not (to give him his due again) making money an object.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

Here he gave me a note to go and invite some other members to dinner tomorrow.
— from Diary of Samuel Pepys — Volume 02: January 1659-1660 by Samuel Pepys

A letter from her to Helen announced that Lady Blanche was married!—actually married, and not to Granville Beauclerc, but to some other English gentleman at Paris, no matter whom.
— from Tales and Novels — Volume 10 Helen by Maria Edgeworth

Another man is parfit in alle vertues, and is an holy man, and negh to god, so that the purviaunce of god wolde demen, that it were a felonye that he were touched with any adversitees; so 175 that he wol nat suffre that swich a man be moeved with any bodily maladye.
— from Chaucer's Works, Volume 2 (of 7) — Boethius and Troilus by Geoffrey Chaucer

Next morning at dawn, Murat, who had marched all night to gain the point, appeared on the slopes of Monte Baldo above Corona, and united with Joubert to drive the Austrians from their last foothold.
— from The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte. Vol. 1 (of 4) by William Milligan Sloane

He turned to the door, and fired a parting shot: “Now, you follow my advice not to give way to idle fancies, and you’ll turn out as well as any of us.
— from The Stolen Statesman: Being the Story of a Hushed Up Mystery by William Le Queux

The excavation was done mostly at night, the ground being illuminated by magnesium light.
— from Lights and Shadows of New York Life or, the Sights and Sensations of the Great City by James Dabney McCabe

Knowing that the stable did not lie one hundred feet from the house, they immediately directed their search towards it, and proceeding in the same manner, about noon, they got a long pole through a hole, from whence issued a hoarse and languid voice, which seemed to say: ‘help, my dear husband, help, my dear brother, help.’
— from Adventures on the Roof of the World by Le Blond, Aubrey, Mrs.

But Lisuarte, in great fury, smote at him as fiercely as he could; still Florestan forbore to strike, but he grasped him in his arms, and would neither suffer him to mount again, nor to get from him.
— from Amadis of Gaul, Vol. 3 of 4. by Vasco de Lobeira