That part which he expects is to afford him this revenue is called his capital.
— from An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith

And certainly there is not the fight recorded in Concord history, at least, if in the history of America, that will bear a moment's comparison with this, whether for the numbers engaged in it, or for the patriotism and heroism displayed.
— from Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau

I can, therefore, with justice recommend him for these qualifications; and indeed in every respect I consider him as an excellent servant.
— from The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, Or Gustavus Vassa, The African Written By Himself by Olaudah Equiano

"Yes," he replied, "if Caesar had been scared half to death, and as nervous as a cat.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

What things, she might by no means see, or at that time be able to discover; but a delicious little ravelled plot lay tempting her to disentanglement; and in the midst, folded round and round in cobwebs, had she not secured "Meess Lucie" clumsily involved, like the foolish fly she was?
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

“Upon my soul, I can't refuse; I cannot hold out another minute.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

‘Sleep! Exhausted as I am, and standing in no common need of rest, I cannot hope to close my eyes all night, unless you tell me everything.’
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

When he was appointed to her, and found his old enemy Captain Reid in command, he did mean to bear all his tyranny patiently.
— from North and South by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

H2 anchor BOOK V. CALAMUS In Paths Untrodden In paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the standards hitherto publish'd, from the pleasures, profits, conformities, Which too long I was offering to feed my soul, Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd, clear to me that my soul, That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades, Here by myself away from the clank of the world, Tallying and talk'd to here by tongues aromatic, No longer abash'd, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,) Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest, Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment, Projecting them along that substantial life, Bequeathing hence types of athletic love, Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year, I proceed for all who are or have been young men, To tell the secret my nights and days, To celebrate the need of comrades.
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

"Well, really, I could hardly believe my eyes when I looked in!
— from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

The body of the settlement lying upon the river is called Harper, after a 'remarkable negro,' and its suburbs lodge the natives.
— from To The Gold Coast for Gold: A Personal Narrative. Vol. II by Burton, Richard Francis, Sir

Its only interest consists in its religious associations: here St. Bridget was wont to kneel, rapt in contemplation; here St. Charles Borromeo spent whole nights in prayer; and here the heart of St. Philip Neri was so inflamed with divine love as to cause his very bodily frame to be changed.
— from Walks in Rome by Augustus J. C. (Augustus John Cuthbert) Hare

Simple motor reëducation in competent hands had been without effect.
— from Shell-Shock and Other Neuropsychiatric Problems Presented in Five Hundred and Eighty-nine Case Histories from the War Literature, 1914-1918 by Elmer Ernest Southard

The reason I cannot have that pleasure on Tuesday is that, according to a long arranged plan, I am going on Monday to Dorking again for a fortnight.
— from George Eliot's Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals. Vol. 2 (of 3) by George Eliot

65 Beneath yon poplar oft we passed the day: Oft on the rind I carved her am'rous vows, [26] While she with garlands hung the bending boughs: The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.
— from The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1 Poetry - Volume 1 by Alexander Pope

Mr Margary possessed, as was subsequently most fully proved, all the qualifications requisite for the difficult task to which he was appointed, chief among which was that in the course of a six years' residence in China he had made himself master of the language of the country, and thoroughly familiar with the ways and customs of its people.
— from Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 682 January 20, 1877. by Various

Some affirme that he was goared to death by the Deere of that Forrest, for whose walke his father had dispeopled that large compasse of ground: others report, that as he rode in chase, hee was hanged vpon the bough of a tree by the chaps: others more probably doe write, that he perished by a fal from his horse.
— from The Lives of the III. Normans, Kings of England: William the First, William the Second, Henrie the First by Hayward, John, Sir