Don Quixote renewed his thanks to the duchess; and having supped, retired to his chamber alone, refusing to allow anyone to enter with him to wait on him, such was his fear of encountering temptations that might lead or drive him to forget his chaste fidelity to his lady Dulcinea; for he had always present to his mind the virtue of Amadis, that flower and mirror of knights-errant.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

I went ashore to my old quarters, and found the gang at the hide-house going on in the even tenor of their way, and spent an hour or two, after dark, at the oven, taking a whiff with my old Kanaka friends, who really seemed glad to see me again, and saluted me as the Aikane of the Kanakas.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana

In the interim, he begged leave to introduce an intimate friend to me, which request, as I could not refuse, I had the extreme mortification and surprise to see, next night, in that friend, my old keeper Horatio, who no sooner beheld me than he changed colour, but had presence of mind to advance and salute me, bidding me (with a low voice) be under no apprehension, for he would not expose me.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

This process continued; within the very heart of Judaism, where the need of these "works" was not felt (that is to say, as a means of keeping a race distinct), a priestly sort of man was pictured, whose bearing towards the aristocracy was like that of "noble nature"; a sacerdotalism of the soul, which now, in order to throw its opposite into strong relief, attaches value, not to the "dutiful acts" themselves, but to the sentiment....
— from The Will to Power: An Attempted Transvaluation of All Values. Book I and II by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

But now she was fretted by the worm of repentance that she had refused him; just as a peasant pouts with repulsion at a mug of kvass with cockroaches in it but yet drinks it, so she frowned disdainfully at the recollection of the prince, and yet she would say to me: "Say what you like, there is something inexplicable, fascinating, in a title. . . .
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

[539-570] succour, or the grace of mine old kindness is fresh in their remembrance?
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil

When we hate a man, or know that we have an enemy—I never knew the feeling but once in my life and it was terrible indeed—we feel, no matter where we go, or where we are, that an invisible pistol is aimed at our heads.
— from Joseph in the Snow, and The Clockmaker. In Three Volumes. Vol. III. by Berthold Auerbach

Then the boy from Kentucky started: “‘The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home—’”
— from Sally Scott of the WAVES by Roy J. (Roy Judson) Snell

The Netherlanders, too, who had been used to look up almost with worship to a plain man of kindly manners, in felt hat and bargeman's woollen jacket, whom they called "Father William," did not appreciate, as they ought, the magnificence of the stranger who had been sent to govern them.
— from History of the United Netherlands from the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Year's Truce — Complete (1584-1609) by John Lothrop Motley

The noise of two cats heard fighting was propitious only during the first watch of the night; if heard later in the night it was known as ‘ Kāli ki mauj ’ or ‘Kāli’s temper,’ and threatened evil, and if during the daytime as ‘ Dhāmoni 31 ki mauj ,’ and was a prelude of great misfortune; while if the cats fell from a height while fighting it was worst of all.
— from The Tribes and Castes of the Central Provinces of India, Volume 4 by R. V. (Robert Vane) Russell

Is there a man in court can break one link of the steel chain of logic I have riveted upon our metaphysicians, our moralists, our kings, our judges, and our gods?
— from Not Guilty: A Defence of the Bottom Dog by Robert Blatchford

They sing in the pan, succulent and crisp, mother of quart draughts.”—“Who will bring under my nose ham and eggs or eggs and ham, those tender brothers and close friends in the mouth?”—“Where are ye, divine choesels , swimming, proud viands that you are, in the midst of kidneys, of cockscombs, of riz de veau , of oxtails, sheep’s trotters, and abundant onions, pepper, cloves, nutmeg, all in the stew and three quarts of white wine for sauce?”—“Who will bring you to me, divine andouilles , so good that ye say no word when ye are swallowed?
— from The Legend of Ulenspiegel, Volume 1 (of 2) And Lamme Goedzak, and their Adventures Heroical, Joyous and Glorious in the Land of Flanders and Elsewhere by Charles de Coster

The little work considers the antiquities of the State, and is the starting point for all latter-day writers upon "the prehistoric men of Kentucky."
— from Kentucky in American Letters, 1784-1912. Vol. 1 of 2 by John Wilson Townsend