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Even supposing that a process of annihilation follows from such a value, even so this process is in the service of this will.
— from The Will to Power: An Attempted Transvaluation of All Values. Book III and IV by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Up, and all the morning at the office, getting the list of all the ships and vessels employed since the war, for the Committee of Parliament.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys
We listened to his fierce outpourings with sympathetic silence, almost thankful that he had left strength and vitality enough still to get angry and shout.
— from In the Sixties by Harold Frederic
As she did so a violent explosion shook the ship from stem to stern, and a huge column of water sprang up from alongside her starboard quarter.
— from The Sea Monarch by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman
It was piteous to see them wandering about with feeble and sinewless steps, and vacant eyes, staring timidly at the noisy people, and shrinking dismayed from the throngs of sympathizing questioners which gathered round them.
— from The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' Rebellion by Edward Bellamy
The wind is loud, the waves are strong, And vainly Edmund strives To guide his boat, which furiously The tempest onward drives.
— from The Keepsake or, Poems and Pictures for Childhood and Youth by Anonymous
Mrs. Trescott, seeing a vaulted entrance, stopped to examine it, and the broad doors being partly open, she peeped within.
— from Mentone, Cairo, and Corfu by Constance Fenimore Woolson
This resignation was a very unpleasant piece of intelligence for our theatrical autocrat, alias stage mufti; he compressed his lips viciously, as if he would fain eat me up; however, I made a short and very eloquent speech to the Director, in which I spoke of my own avocations as being of more consequence to me than the Düsseldorf theatre, much as I, etc.: in short, they let me off, on condition that I would occasionally conduct; this I promised, and this I will certainly perform.
— from Letters of Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy from 1833 to 1847 by Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy
And when it strikes it does its work with such a venomous, exultant splutter, that there seems something animate, demoniac in it.
— from The Iron Game A Tale of the War by Henry F. (Henry Francis) Keenan
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