Us always made a good livin' on de farm, an' still raises mos' of what us needs, but I done got so po'ly I can't wuk no more.
— from Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Georgia Narratives, Part 4 by United States. Work Projects Administration

Tell them that I am unjust notwithstanding, because I do not call the peasant from his plough to give his opinion on forming the laws and constitution,—and
— from Hungarian Sketches in Peace and War Constable's Miscellany of Foreign Literature, vol. 1 by Mór Jókai

Let us not be its dupes.
— from Mysterious Psychic Forces An Account of the Author's Investigations in Psychical Research, Together with Those of Other European Savants by Camille Flammarion

It is more in use now, but I do not consider it equal to oxalate of iron.
— from The Evolution of Photography With a Chronological Record of Discoveries, Inventions, Etc., Contributions to Photographic Literature, and Personal Reminescences Extending over Forty Years by Werge, John, active 1854-1890

We shall never get more than five hundred a year from Uncle Nat, but I don't much care.
— from Dora Deane; Or, The East India Uncle by Mary Jane Holmes

Well, we are three of us now, but I don’t feel at all eager to stay.
— from Trapped by Malays: A Tale of Bayonet and Kris by George Manville Fenn

To be on good terms with James and Buckingham meant a degree of subservience which shocks us now; but it did not shock people then, and he did not differ from his fellows in regarding it as part of his duty as a public servant of the Crown.
— from Bacon by R. W. (Richard William) Church

Why do I love to wander on the roads to hear the birds; to page 10 p. 10 see old church towers afar, rising over fringes of forest, a river and a bridge in the foreground, and an ancient castle beyond, with a modern village springing up about it, just as at the foot of the burg there lies the falling trunk of an old tree, around which weeds and flowers are springing up, nourished by its decay?
— from The Gypsies by Charles Godfrey Leland

He wrote to Corrie: I feel unhappy, not because I do nothing, but because I am not willing to do my duty.
— from Henry Martyn, Saint and Scholar First Modern Missionary to the Mohammedans, 1781-1812 by George Smith