Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool’s craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!
— from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Fortitude to support pain, labour, and dangers, as little appertains to him as the rest; these three things have no access to him.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

UNE LEÇON DE PHILOSOPHIE Un villageois fit étudier son fils, qui vint le visiter lorsqu'il étudiait en philosophie; son père lui ayant demandé de mettre cuire six œufs, deux pour lui-même, deux pour sa mère, et deux pour lui, le fils, pensant lui donner un plat de sophisme, n'en mit que trois.
— from French Conversation and Composition by Harry Vincent Wann

George said why could not we be always like this—away from the world, with its sin and temptation, leading sober, peaceful lives, and doing good.
— from Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome

Not without a certain sense of pride did our hero inspect the frockcoat of smoked grey shot with flame colour and look at it from every point of view, and then try on the breeches—the latter fitting him like a picture, and quite concealing any deficiencies in the matter of his thighs and calves (though, when buckled behind, they left his stomach projecting like a drum).
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

But when one tries to follow the thought of this book amongst the heights and depths of the things that are seen and temporal and the things unseen and eternal, these likenesses, found in all, seem to afford one guidance and surety of footing, like steps cut out in a steep [Pg lv] and difficult path.
— from Revelations of Divine Love by of Norwich Julian

Oh yes, yes, you can pray,' she said impatient-like—she was a Dean, Dr. dear, and the Deans were always high-spirited—'you can pray, but for pity's sake pray low and don't disturb me.
— from Rilla of Ingleside by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

The European World was asking him: Am I to sink ever lower into falsehood, stagnant putrescence, loathsome accursed death; or, with whatever paroxysm, to cast the falsehoods out of me, and be cured and live?—
— from On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History by Thomas Carlyle

There is nothing truly real save that which feels, suffers, pities, loves, and desires, save consciousness; there is nothing substantial but consciousness.
— from Tragic Sense Of Life by Miguel de Unamuno

Go with it, and it brings all things our way; resist it, and it brings suffering, pain, loss, and desolation.
— from What All The World's A-Seeking The Vital Law of True Life, True Greatness Power and Happiness by Ralph Waldo Trine

Sir David Brewster and Mary Somerville were natives, and here the "Scottish Probationer" lived and died.
— from In the Border Country by W. S. (William Shillinglaw) Crockett

{228} ’Tis strange in this terrible hour That thoughts of my childhood’s days Should pass like a dream before me In all their innocent ways.
— from Canadian Battlefields, and Other Poems by J. R. (John Richardson) Wilkinson

He could swim very little, and did not make for the ship, but with his eyes fixed upon the sky, paddled like a dog to keep himself above water.
— from The Privateer's-Man, One hundred Years Ago by Frederick Marryat

Paou de jours après, lou pichoun vendét tout se què soun päiré li avié desamparat, et s'en anét dins un päis fourço luench, ounté dissipét tout soun ben en debaucho.
— from The English Language by R. G. (Robert Gordon) Latham