Of all Persons under the Sun (continued he, calling me by my Name) be sure to set a Mark upon Confidents: they are of all People the most impertinent.
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir

Sophia, “the Celestial Virgin,” is prevailed upon to send Christos, her emanation, to the help of perishing humanity, from whom Ilda-Baoth (the Jehovah of the Jews) and his six Sons of Matter (the lower terrestrial Angels) are shutting out the divine light.
— from The Secret Doctrine, Vol. 3 of 4 by H. P. (Helena Petrovna) Blavatsky

Yes, she was still very good-looking, and had been sensible enough not to spoil herself by paint and powder, unlike that silly child, Helena, who was yet so much younger—twenty-two years younger, almost.
— from Helena by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

{5} "Of all persons under the sun," continued he, calling me by name, "be sure to set a mark upon confidantes; they are of all people the most impertinent.
— from The Sir Roger de Coverley Papers by Steele, Richard, Sir

Franklin of the Christian Church may publish the letter; thus he writes, until he corrects and polishes up the sentences, changing his "We made our way to the landing" to—"we turned our faces," etc. and scratching out "waving handkerchiefs" for something about "open hearts."
— from The Story of a Life by J. Breckenridge (John Breckenridge) Ellis

People under twenty she considered her especial charge.
— from Children of the Dear Cotswolds by L. Allen (Lizzie Allen) Harker

But the arrival of the new doll-baby put upon the smaller Corner House girls—especially upon Dot—a duty that was always taken seriously.
— from The Corner House Girls Growing Up What Happened First, What Came Next. And How It Ended by Grace Brooks Hill

Somehow I found myself being pressed up the steep Castle Hill with a number of Hastings folk, followed by the French.
— from The Virgin of the Sun by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

He took a few steps toward the house, paused undecidedly, then suddenly changing his mind, returned to his sled.
— from Kasba (White Partridge): A Story of Hudson Bay by George R. Ray

Hugh Brontë preached his revolutionary doctrines of simple justice in the cheerless east wind, but a little seed, carried I know not how, took root in genial soil, and the revolutionary doctrine of “ Every man his own ,” at which the political parsons used to cry “Anathema,” and the short-sighted politicians used to shout “confiscation,” has become one of the commonplaces of the modern reformation programme of fair play.
— from McClure's Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 5, October 1893 by Various