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by William James, Dr. William James
It is with no small amount of trepidation that I take my place behind this desk, and face this learned audience.
by Jules Verne
On 24 May 1863, which was a Sunday, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came rushing back towards his little house, No. 19 K...
by Martin Heidegger
If it serves its purpose, this entire book will be an introduction to the question of Being in the thought of Martin Hei...
by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
by Agatha Christie
I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of hi...
by John Ruskin
I. SINCE the first dominion of men was asserted over the ocean, three thrones, of mark beyond all others, have been set ...
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about...
by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose wa...
by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by Plutarch
As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes...
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
Whan that April with his showres soote
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Oscar Wilde
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garde...
by Albert Camus
MAY 1, monsieur, offer my services without running the risk of intruding?