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by Agatha Christie
In the afternoons it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper.
by C. S. Lewis
Este presente livro pede para ser interpretado em seu contexto histórico, como um gesto de coragem para contar uma histó...
by Agatha Christie
It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.
by Charles Dickens
WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...
by Truman Capote
problems. However, the last seven years have been years of droughtless beneficence.
by Kate Chopin
A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez vous-en! Allez vo...
by Henry James
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as o...
by John Locke
1. Man fitted to form articulated Sounds.
by Anne Frank
I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will ...
by Adolf Hitler
I dag ser jeg det som et lykketreff at skjebnen ville at jeg skulle bli født nettopp i Braunau am Inn.
by Thomas More
UPON a time when tidings came to the City of Corinth that King Philip, father to Alexander surnamed the Great, was comin...
by Napoleon Hill
TRULY, "thoughts are things," and powerful things at that, when they are mixed with definiteness of purpose, persistence...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Since its publication in 1886, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde has remained continuously in print and has be...
by Joseph Murphy
You have infinite riches within your reach.
by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu
"Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness," says the Lord.
by Yogananda Paramahansa
THE CHARACTERISTIC FEATURES of Indian culture have long been a search for ultimate verities and the concomitant disciple...
by William Shakespeare
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords and bucklers.
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
Whan that April with his showres soote