The next time you get into trouble, or are discouraged and think you are a failure, just try the experiment of affirming vigorously, persistently, that all that is real must be good, for God made all that is, and whatever doesn't seem to be good is not like its creator and therefore can not be real.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

3), Many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are enemies of the cross of Christ: whose end is destruction, whose God is their belly.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

By the place where Rachael lived, though it was not in his way; by the red brick streets; by the great silent factories, not trembling yet; by the railway, where the danger-lights were waning in the strengthening day; by the railway’s crazy neighbourhood, half pulled down and half built up; by scattered red brick villas, where the besmoked evergreens were sprinkled with a dirty powder, like untidy snuff-takers; by coal-dust paths and many varieties of ugliness; Stephen got to the top of the hill, and looked back.
— from Hard Times by Charles Dickens

I did not think you could have been so angry.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

The Count, regarding her with a melancholy smile, said, 'They once were as delightful to me, as they are now to you; the landscape is not changed, but time has changed me; from my mind the illusion, which gave spirit to the colouring of nature, is fading fast!
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

Are prepared of sugar dissolved in spring water by a gentle fire, and the whites of Eggs diligently beaten, and clarified once, and again whilst it is boiling, then strain it and boil it gently again, till it rise up in great bubbles, and being chewed it stick not to your teeth, then pour it upon a marble, anointed with oil of Almonds, (let the bubbles first sink, after it is removed from the fire) bring back the outsides of it to the middle till it look like Larch rosin, then, your hands being rubbed with white starch, you may draw it into threads either short or long, thick or thin, and let it cool in what form you please.
— from The Complete Herbal To which is now added, upwards of one hundred additional herbs, with a display of their medicinal and occult qualities physically applied to the cure of all disorders incident to mankind: to which are now first annexed, the English physician enlarged, and key to Physic. by Nicholas Culpeper

‘Perhaps he does; but that is nothing to you.’
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

I know that you refuse me because there are other women who are near to you, and you cannot take everybody.
— from The Sea-Gull by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

“Never too young to learn,” Dig confided to his chum.
— from The Trail Boys of the Plains; Or, The Hunt for the Big Buffalo by Jay Winthrop Allen

180 Now that ye have refused the Most Great Peace, hold ye fast unto this, the Lesser Peace, that haply ye may in some degree better your own condition and that of your dependents.
— from The Summons of the Lord of Hosts by Bahá'u'lláh

Not though you spread my sway from Thames to Tyber: Such gifts might bribe a king, but not a lover. Arth.
— from Dryden's Works Vol. 08 (of 18) by John Dryden

That was nearly twenty years ago.
— from Madame Gilbert's Cannibal by Bennet Copplestone

'That's very nice; but I think there are no teachers, you see—painters, and singers, and that sort of thing that is usual with young ladies.
— from Uncle Silas: A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

I do not thank you; I call you blessed.
— from Correspondence of Wagner and Liszt — Volume 1 by Franz Liszt

Liberal phrases no longer concealed from the nation the yoke which crushed it.
— from World's Best Histories — Volume 7: France by François Guizot

Having only heard the outlines of this story from another, I repaired to my confrere after my last interview with Monsieur, and learned what I now tell you from his own lips.
— from The Parisians — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

"I'm next to you at last, old man.
— from The Sherrods by George Barr McCutcheon