
The Soldier's Funeral from The London Literary Gazette (16th November 1822)
The Improvisatrice (1824)
Source: Translations, The Story of the Stone, Vol. 5: 'The Dreamer Wakes' (1986), Chapter 120
The Soldier's Funeral from The London Literary Gazette (16th November 1822)
The Improvisatrice (1824)
His views on why the role of Buddhism diminished in India
Eminent Indians (1947)
On what she would do in the place of Justin Bieber's mother (10 February 2014) http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/gossip/michelle-obama-justin-bieber-mom-present-life-article-1.1608513#ixzz2wGte2OyF
2010s
Source: 1990s and beyond, The Book of Probes : Marshall McLuhan (2011), p. 314
About Adolf Hitler. Quoted in one of the German newspapers from 1994.
“But bowed his comely head
Down as upon a bed.”
Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland (1650)
What Men Live By (1881)
Context: I thought: "I am perishing of cold and hunger, and here is a man thinking only of how to clothe himself and his wife, and how to get bread for themselves. He cannot help me. When the man saw me he frowned and became still more terrible, and passed me by on the other side. I despaired, but suddenly I heard him coming back. I looked up, and did not recognize the same man: before, I had seen death in his face; but now he was alive, and I recognized in him the presence of God.
The Devil and Daniel Webster (1937)
Context: Finally, it was time for him to get up on his feet, and he did so, all ready to bust out with lightning and denunciations. But before he started he looked over the judge and jury for a moment, such being his custom. And he noticed the glitter in their eyes was twice as strong as before, and they all leaned forward. Like hounds just before they get the fox, they thickened as he watched them. Then he saw what he'd been about to do, and he wiped his forehead, as a man might who's just escaped falling into a pit in the dark.
For it was him they'd come for, not only Jabez Stone. He read it in the glitter of their eyes and in the way the stranger hid his mouth with one hand. And if he fought them with their own weapons, he'd fall into their power; he knew that, though he couldn't have told you how. It was his own anger and horror that burned in their eyes; and he'd have to wipe that out or the case was lost. He stood there for a moment, his black eyes burning like anthracite. And then he began to speak.