That it keeps in its repositories all the money or bullion for which there are receipts in force for which it is at all times liable to be called upon, and which in reality is continually going from it, and returning to it again, cannot well be doubted.
— from An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith

Henceforth it follows that what is fair for one is fair for the other; and the aristocratic rule is followed first by the plutocratic, then by the democratic, finally by the ochlocratic régime, until either foreign conquest or the “tyranny” of some “Savior of the Sword” rescues the community from chaos.
— from The State: Its History and Development Viewed Sociologically by Franz Oppenheimer

Still, the strain of constant intercourse with her had been very great—how great Iglesias had hardly realised until now, as he stood in the centre of the room reconstructing its former appearance in thought and replacing its familiar furnishings.
— from The Far Horizon by Lucas Malet

Devoted to the African race, I felt for them,—besides being humbled that the Great Republic, acting through its President, could set such an example, where the National Constitution, International Law, and Humanity were all sacrificed.
— from Charles Sumner: his complete works, volume 20 (of 20) by Charles Sumner

Here and there a rabbit started up in the trail before them and ran its foolish frightened race ahead of them until the dog came and put it to cover in the low underbrush beside the roadway.
— from The Heart of Cherry McBain: A Novel by Douglas Durkin

The merchant’s son and his companion went on and presently came to a river in full flood, which was quite uncrossable; on the far bank was a cow lowing to a calf which had been left on the bank where they were.
— from Folklore of the Santal Parganas by Cecil Henry Bompas

There are reagions in families for keeping things a secret, Mr Westlock, and havin’ only them about you as you knows you can repoge in.
— from Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens

Still not content, I'd be an architect And renovate this battered world for God, Hurling across steep valleys, mile on mile Through cloudland, spans of marble aqueduct; Leading chained rivers from the mountain-heights Down to the plains where men are wont to toil, There I would cause these Samsons of the crags, Scenting the sea, whose waves are unconfined, To shake themselves as once at other times, And rush in frenzy forward turning mills.
— from Florence on a Certain Night, and Other Poems by Coningsby Dawson

But that the amount effective is as the amount received is far from sure.
— from Mars and Its Canals by Percival Lowell