"Saccharine" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... won from his interviews with Pan in the Walden woods; while Emerson, with the zeal of an engineer trying to dam wild waters, sought to bind the wide-flying embroidery of discourse into a web of clear sweet sense. But still in vain. The oracular sayings were the unalloyed saccharine element; and every chemist knows how much else goes to practical food—how much coarse, rough, woody fibre is essential. The club struggled on valiantly, discoursing celestially, eating apples, and disappearing in the dark, until the third evening ...
— Literary and Social Essays • George William Curtis
... sin did her Priest continually reprove her; but in vain. Though she would not own it, there was always sugar in her pocket, and though she declared that she usually drank her tea unsweetened, those who had come upon her unawares had seen her extracting the pinches of moist brown saccharine from the huge slit in her petticoat, ...
— The Kellys and the O'Kellys • Anthony Trollope
... snow, and into that the hospitable host ladles out the golden stream. With the accompaniment of new bread, this dish is delicious, for it is peculiar to the maple sugar and syrup that they do not satiate, much less nauseate, as other saccharine compositions do. ...
— The Bastonnais - Tale of the American Invasion of Canada in 1775-76 • John Lesperance
... region of Africa, the aborigines love to consume the saccharine pulp and the seed contained in the pod of the houlle. Prepared in different ways, according to tribe and latitude, these two products constitute a valuable aliment. The pulp is consumed either just as it is ...
— Scientific American Supplement, No. 613, October 1, 1887 • Various
... plate of soup, and a very small portion of something else. There are National Kitchens in different parts of the town supplying similar meals. Glasses of weak tea were sold at 30 kopecks each, without sugar. My sister had sent me a small bottle of saccharine just before I left Stockholm, and it was pathetic to see the childish delight with which some of my friends drank ...
— Russia in 1919 • Arthur Ransome
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