'No, no, my dear.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

No sé: desde que le vi, I don’t know, but ever since I came to see Brígida mía, y su nombre him, Brigida, and you told me his name, me dijiste, tengo a ese hombre I always have that man, the same siempre delante de mí. one, in front of me.
— from Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

For a while the hounds fly at him as though they would tear him in pieces, but now and again he turns on them in a fury, scaring and scattering them in all directions—even so did the Trojans for a while charge in a body, striking with sword and with spears pointed at both the ends, but when the two Ajaxes faced them and stood at bay, they would turn pale and no man dared press on to fight further about the dead.
— from The Iliad by Homer

The author’s ballads (especially “Nix my dolly pals fake away,”) have long been popular favourites.
— from A Dictionary of Slang, Cant, and Vulgar Words Used at the Present Day in the Streets of London; the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge; the Houses of Parliament; the Dens of St. Giles; and the Palaces of St. James. by John Camden Hotten

Mrs. Norris, much discontented, was obliged to compose herself to work again; and Fanny, walking off in agitating consciousness, found herself, as she anticipated, in another minute alone with Mr. Crawford.
— from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

And there is nothing so difficult to marry as a large nose; men don’t like them.
— from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde

Now, M. Danglars, ask these gentlemen where they are caught.” “Sterlets,” said Château-Renaud, “are only found in the Volga.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

“I would by no means degrade the ingenuity of your profession,” answered Jones, “but I should have been glad to have seen my old acquaintance master Punch, for all that; and so far from improving, I think, by leaving out him and his merry wife Joan, you have spoiled your puppet-show.”
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

No, Mr. David, I am afraid your scheme is inadmissible.
— from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson

“Tell him, he was a Master kin', An' aye was guid to me an' mine; An' now my dying charge I gie him, My helpless lambs, I trust them wi' him.
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

"I am very old now, my daughter," he murmured, "and I have frequently seen women come to us weeping and praying, with a craving to find faith and religion.
— from A Love Episode by Émile Zola

His eyes lighted up with pleasure at the tempting feast, and the vigor of his assaults showed that the coffee and cakes which he had partaken had by no means destroyed his appetite.
— from Slow and Sure: The Story of Paul Hoffman the Young Street-Merchant by Alger, Horatio, Jr.

Ah, no, my darling," cried the earnest politician, preventing his wife's retort with the tender kisses of a true and ardent love.
— from Lady Rosamond's Secret: A Romance of Fredericton by Rebecca Agatha Armour

For the enemy has adopted the letter of the law in that code of cruelty which governs war, and I can think of nothing more damnable than the horror which came to some hundreds of poor souls, mostly women and children and old stricken men in the village of Rouy-le-Petit above the Somme.
— from From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917 by Philip Gibbs

We must receive the divine Principle in the under- standing, and live it in daily life; and unless we so do, we can no more demonstrate Science, than we can teach and 283:30 illustrate geometry by calling a curve a straight line or a straight line a sphere.
— from Science and Health, with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy

But their motions are slow and lack vivacity; before long, numbers must die, and already many have succumbed after crawling miserably on the ground which they spurned a short while since, when with a brisk buzz they flew from apple to plum.
— from Hodge and His Masters by Richard Jefferies

Whoever has this spirit must live; whoever has it not must die; whoever has this spirit must live, defiled though he may be with many evils; whoever has it not must die, no matter how excellent he may be besides; no matter what his brilliancy, his sagacity, his talent, the generations will outlast them all; will give them to as deep oblivion as they do the tongues of Babel.
— from Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 1, July 1850 by Various

He entered the crowded salon and was forthwith presented to the guest of honor, a swarthy and strange-looking woman—the premiere novelist, Madame Dudevant—George Sand.
— from Superwomen by Albert Payson Terhune