"Nature is very unwilling to die, and to be pressed down, and to be overcome, and to be in subjection, and to bear the yoke readily; but Grace studieth self-mortification, resisteth sensuality, seeketh to be subdued, longeth to be conquered, and willeth not to use her own liberty.
— from The Imitation of Christ by à Kempis Thomas

Virtue, like every thing valuable, must be loved for herself alone; or she will not take up her abode with us.
— from A Vindication of the Rights of Woman With Strictures on Political and Moral Subjects by Mary Wollstonecraft

and may not their union have been yearly celebrated in a theogamy or divine marriage?
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

He wastes his energy in tedious attempts to define the Sublime, but does not tell us how it is to be attained (I. i.)
— from On the Sublime by active 1st century Longinus

I did not think it necessary to undeceive him, but I did not go again to Count Rinaldi’s, whom I saw sixteen years afterwards in Milan.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

I could not but note the unnecessary harshness and brutality with which her guards treated her; so different from the almost maternal kindliness which Sola manifested toward me, and the respectful attitude of the few green Martians who took the trouble to notice me at all.
— from A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs

But I think I am not bound to discover myself Cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the Presbyterians Confusion of years in the case of the months of January (etc.)
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

He declared my fever to be very much increased, and that if I continued to suffer such violent agitation, He would not take upon him to ensure my life.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

"I plead for the people, who have no representatives here—for the people, who are faithful to the Church and dutiful to the Holy Father; let not this undeserved horror come upon them.
— from A Golden Book of Venice by Turnbull, Lawrence, Mrs.

He has not told us how he sat by the murmuring waters, pouring out his complaint; nor how that day was to him like night, and the night like outer darkness; nor how he mingled his sighs with the moaning of the winds, and his tears with the drops of the night; but he has told how that the Lord answered him.
— from Sketches of the Covenanters by J. C. (James Calvin) McFeeters

We did not need to use his stove as we had dry wood, but had to hurry to get our supper and make things tight for the night, as it soon began to rain again and kept it up all night.
— from The Cruise of a Schooner by Albert W. (Albert Wadsworth) Harris

As Mr. Froude writes, “He does not tell us himself.
— from The Life of John Bunyan by Edmund Venables

It does not tell us how we can interpret it, but it does tell us why we can know next to nothing about it.
— from Evolution in Art: As Illustrated by the Life-histories of Designs by Alfred C. (Alfred Cort) Haddon

" She pretended not to understand him:—he retorted—"Really, Melicent, if you have not gumption enough to understand them, I cannot be dictionary to my own bon mots ."
— from Manners: A Novel, Vol 3 by Madame Panache

Come out o' this, b'y, till I show ye the bastes," responded Pat; and, with a hasty good-bye to Mrs. Moss, Ben followed his new leader, sorely tempted to play some naughty trick upon him in return for his ungracious reception.
— from St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, January 1878, No. 3 by Various

He seemed scenting his vengeance with some keen sense as he looked, his thin nostrils dilating as sensitively as the nostrils of his high-couraged charger now throwing up his head to sniff the air, now bending it down as he pawed the ground.
— from The Raid Of The Guerilla 1911 by Mary Noailles Murfree

He talked to Green the day after the killing, and Green told him that the reason they killed Whitnah was that he did not throw up his hands when commanded, as he was turning his car.
— from Hands Up; or, Thirty-Five Years of Detective Life in the Mountains and on the Plains Reminiscences by General D. J. Cook, Chief of the Rocky Mountains Detective Association by D. J.‏ ‎(David J.) Cook

The pitcher now tightened up, however, and put his whole soul into stopping this winning streak, and it looked as though he had succeeded.
— from Bert Wilson's Fadeaway Ball by J. W. Duffield