I did not ask myself why I made choice of that one spot, sometimes going miles out of my way to sit there, instead of sitting down under any one of the millions of trees and bushes on any other hillside.
— from Introduction to the Science of Sociology by E. W. (Ernest Watson) Burgess

The old sexton soon got better, and was about again.
— from The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens

This was a renewing of the golden age in the time of Saturn, so good was the cheer which then they made.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

The first fact for us, then, as psychologists, is that thinking of some sort goes on.
— from The Principles of Psychology, Volume 1 (of 2) by William James

This most afflicts me, that departing hence, As from his face I shall be hid, deprivd His blessed count'nance; here I could frequent, With worship, place by place where he voutsaf'd Presence Divine, and to my Sons relate; On this Mount he appeerd, under this Tree 320 Stood visible, among these Pines his voice I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk'd: So many grateful Altars I would reare Of grassie Terfe, and pile up every Stone Of lustre from the brook, in memorie, Or monument to Ages, and thereon Offer sweet smelling Gumms & Fruits and Flours: In yonder nether World where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace?
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton

To have any thing offered them repugnant to this desire, must needs in all respects grieve them as much as me; so that if I do harm, I must look to suffer, there being no reason that others should shew greater measure of love to me, than they have by me shewed unto them: my desire therefore to be loved of my equals in nature as much as possible may be, imposeth upon me a natural duty of bearing to them-ward fully the like affection; from which relation of equality between ourselves and them that are as ourselves, what several rules and canons natural reason hath drawn, for direction of life, no man is ignorant, Eccl.
— from Second Treatise of Government by John Locke

This most afflicts me, that departing hence, As from his face I shall be hid, deprivd His blessed count’nance; here I could frequent, With worship, place by place where he voutsaf’d Presence Divine, and to my Sons relate; On this Mount he appeerd, under this Tree Stood visible, among these Pines his voice I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk’d: So many grateful Altars I would reare Of grassie Terfe, and pile up every Stone Of lustre from the brook, in memorie, Or monument to Ages, and thereon Offer sweet smelling Gumms & Fruits and Flours:
— from Paradise Lost by John Milton

I do not say it is right, for I cannot think it is, that our sympathies should generally be with the evil-doer, but it is very difficult not to feel sorry for the man who, being down, is struck his bitterest blow by those of his own household; and Dolly—well, Dolly did not think if she were in Mr. Werner's shoes she would like to tell the unvarnished truth to Leonora.
— from Mortomley's Estate: A Novel. Vol. 3 (of 3) by Riddell, J. H., Mrs.

'We desire that our Senate should grow and flourish abundantly.
— from The Letters of Cassiodorus Being a Condensed Translation of the Variae Epistolae of Magnus Aurelius Cassiodorus Senator by Senator Cassiodorus

To judge by the fragments that remain, if such music was now executed it would have very little that was religious about it, as we understand religion in art to-day; it would more resemble the songs of the Moors, or the Chinese, or those of some schismatic Greeks who still use the ancient liturgies.
— from The Shadow of the Cathedral by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez

they ejaculated, 'there's the child, we'd clean forgot her.' "'Mamma, mamma!' wailed the little creature, 'is she dead?' "'There, there, dearie, don't take on so,' said good-natured Mrs. Maloney.
— from Clemence The Schoolmistress of Waveland by Retta Babcock