Picture succeeding picture with great rapidity, I followed it as it curled and fawned over the tombstones in more than one churchyard; moved with a peculiar waddling motion through foul alleys, halting wherever the garbage lay thickest, rubbed itself caressingly on the gory floors of slaughter-houses, and finally entered a dark, empty house in a road that, if not the Euston Road, was a road in every way resembling it.
— from Byways of Ghost-Land by Elliott O'Donnell

But this is not the end; rather it is the beginning.
— from The Zen Experience by Thomas Hoover

"This is not the end ," replied a voice in the hearing of my soul; " this is the beginning .
— from Lumen by Camille Flammarion

The Fifty-second Indiana had been detached from Colonel [Pg 55] Cook's brigade to watch a gap in the intrenchments, near the extreme right of the besieged line.
— from From Fort Henry to Corinth by M. F. (Manning Ferguson) Force

But it is now very rarely, if we may trust Italian naturalists, that either Ring-dove or Stock-dove passes a summer in Italy.
— from A Year with the Birds Third Edition, Enlarged by W. Warde (William Warde) Fowler

But of all the glorious hymns that were written during those stirring years, there is none that equals Rinkart’s famous hymn, “Now thank we all our God.”
— from The Story of Our Hymns by Ernest Edwin Ryden

Indeed, to find a gentle, soft-voiced, graceful, and retiring lady traveller is now the exception rather than the rule.
— from The Empire Makers: A Romance of Adventure and War in South Africa by Hume Nesbit

He says: “They have a well apart, where they water their bull Apis, and carefully abstain from drinking the Nile water, not that they regard it as unclean, on account of the crocodiles, as some suppose—on the contrary, there is nothing the Egyptians reverence so much as the Nile—but they think its effect is to render them more corpulent.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 14, October 1871-March 1872 A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

"My dear Don Orsino, there is nothing to explain," replied Del Ferice again becoming very bland.
— from Don Orsino by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford