There is some truth in this, in so far as most of the historical events related by the natives are quite recent, have occurred within the community where they are told and can be directly connected with people and conditions existing at present, by memory of living man, by genealogies or other records.
— from Argonauts of the Western Pacific An Account of Native Enterprise and Adventure in the Archipelagoes of Melanesian New Guinea by Bronislaw Malinowski

It may now be asked what is the summing up of my relation to religion, as looked upon in the last years of a long life, during which I have had many suggestions to thought upon it, many opportunities to hear eminent religionists of almost every creed discuss it, and many chances to observe its workings in the multitude of systems prevalent in various countries.
— from Autobiography of Andrew Dickson White — Volume 2 by Andrew Dickson White

Once more, after a moment or two, his eyes reminded him of Trafford.
— from Light-Fingered Gentry by David Graham Phillips

Jews were forbidden to live in marriage or to have extramarital relations with persons of German blood: 1935 Reichsgesetzblatt , Part I, Page 1146, signed by Frick and Hess.
— from Trial of the Major War Criminals Before the International Military Tribunal, Nuremburg, 14 November 1945-1 October 1946, Volume 3 by Various

I kept time to its monotony by a few movements of the hands endlessly repeated, turning out boxes and boxes and boxes, all alike.
— from An Anarchist Woman by Hutchins Hapgood

All the divinely given institutions and many of the historical events recorded in the Old Testament foreshadow His work.
— from The Work Of Christ: Past, Present and Future by Arno Clemens Gaebelein

For it's my opinion that her eyes rumble because her head's empty ."
— from The Poor Little Rich Girl by Eleanor Gates

He does not wash all over much oftener than his English rural brother, except in the hot weather if there is a river within reach.
— from India and the Indians by Edward Fenton Elwin

The floor in the middle of the huge, empty room, was puckered upward in the center into a strange soft-looking mound, parted at the top into an ever changing hole, that pulsated to that great, gentle hooning.
— from Carnacki, the Ghost Finder by William Hope Hodgson