And when he was about to drink the hemlock, Apollodorus presented him with a handsome robe, that he might expire in it; and he said, “Why was my own dress good enough to live in, and not good enough to die in?”
— from The Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers by Diogenes Laertius

[Pg 21] ways selfish, absorbed in my own problems and vanities, my own disappointments, grievances, emotions.
— from Possessed by Cleveland Moffett

There was one more execution of an opponent who talked too much, one Diego Gumiel. Escape of Garcilasso de la Vega.
— from The War of Quito by Pedro de Cieza de León

And then he found unfailing human interest in the attendance attracted by auction sales; in the dealers, gentlemen generally of pronounced idiosyncrasies; in the auctioneers themselves, robust fellows, wielding a sort of rugged wit singular to their calling, masters of deep guile, endowed with intuitions which enabled them at a glance or from the mere intonation of a voice to discriminate between the serious-minded and those frivolous souls who bid without meaning to buy, but as a rule for nothing more than the curious satisfaction of being able to brag that they had been outbid.
— from Red Masquerade Being the Story of the Lone Wolf's Daughter by Louis Joseph Vance

This impartial method of division gives every man an equal chance of the best share.)
— from A Voyage to the South Sea Undertaken by command of His Majesty for the purpose of conveying the bread-fruit tree to the West Indies in His Majesty's ship the Bounty commanded by Lieutenant William Bligh; including an account of the mutiny on board the said ship and the subsequent voyage of part of the crew in the ship's boat from Tofoa, one of the Friendly Islands, to Timor, a Dutch settlement in the East Indies by William Bligh

Thus he wrote to Berry on the 5th April 1800, and on the following day he made similar remarks to Lord Minto: “Our dear great Earl of St Vincent’s orders to me were to follow the French Mediterranean fleet, and to annihilate them: it has been done, thanks to the zeal and bravery of my gallant friends!
— from The Boys' Nelson by Harold Wheeler