The difference between action in accordance with abstract principles, and action as the result of original, innate tendency, is the same as that between a work of art, say a watch—where form and movement are impressed upon shapeless and inert matter—and a living organism, where form and matter are one, and each is inseparable from the other.
— from The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer; Counsels and Maxims by Arthur Schopenhauer

But Peter took him up, saying: Arise; I myself also am a man."(2)
— from Supernatural Religion, Vol. 3 (of 3) An Inquiry into the Reality of Divine Revelation by Walter Richard Cassels

[Pg 95] and justice, in a state of beastly, unwilling, unrequited servitude, and indescribable moral and physical degradation!
— from American Slave Trade Or, An Account of the Manner in which the Slave Dealers take Free People from some of the United States of America, and carry them away, and sell them as Slaves in other of the States; and of the horrible Cruelties practised in the carrying on of this most infamous Traffic by Torrey, Jesse, active 1787-1834

Night before last I dreamt that you was alive, and I woke up sobbing as if my 'art would break.”
— from Odd Craft, Complete by W. W. (William Wymark) Jacobs

Nothing definite, in short, is known; but what is certain is, that he has been long resident in the United States and in Mexico, and has made excellent use of his opportunities for becoming acquainted with those countries and their inhabitants.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845 by Various

More than two thousand years ago, many of the wisest philosophers of all the centuries meditated deeply upon the tendencies of the population to crowd upon subsistence, and in many ages and many countries, the situation has been discussed with serious forebodings for the future.
— from The Fertility of the Unfit by W. A. (William Allan) Chapple

Night before last I dreamt that you was alive, and I woke up sobbing as if my 'art would break.
— from A Spirit of Avarice Odd Craft, Part 11. by W. W. (William Wymark) Jacobs

Reaching the crest of the bluff, and descending into the broken basin—or saucer, rather—in which Seaview Villa nestled, they uttered simultaneously an indignant moan at the spectacle of Mrs. Hawkins's devastations.
— from The Three Miss Kings: An Australian Story by Ada Cambridge