Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

1801.1 HAVE JUST returned from a visit to my landlordthe solitary neighbour that 1 shall be troubled with.

She

by H. Rider Haggard

There are some events of which each circumstance and surrounding detail seem to be graven on the memory in such fashion ...

Henry Moore

by David Sylvester, Henry Moore

Mrs. Dalloway

by Virginia Woolf

MRS. DALLOWAY said she would buy the flowers herself.

Bible

by Bible

So there you are, a teenager at your grandparent's house.

Heart of Darkness

by Joseph Conrad

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

The Fall of the House of Usher

by Edgar Allan Poe

Imitation of Christ

by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu

He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, (1) saith the Lord.

The Prophet

by Kahlil Gibran, R. Black

Al-Mustafa, der Auserwählte und der Geliebte, der seiner Zeit ein Morgenrot war, hatte zwölf Jahre lang in der Stadt Orf...

The Princess and the Goblin

by George MacDonald

IT WAS NOT TONY LEMLICH'S HABIT TO SPEND TIME ON THE shooting set of one of the pictures he had written.

O Alquimista

by Paulo Coelho

El muchacho se llamaba Santiago.

The Jungle Book

by Rudyard Kipling

It was seven o'clock on a warm evening in India's Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke from his day's rest.

Twelve years a slave

by Solomon Northup

Having been born a freeman, and for more than thirty years enjoyed the blessings of liberty in a free State-and having a...

The Art of War

by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman

1. Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.

An autobiography

by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

READER: Just at present there is a Home Rule wave passing over India.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

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...

Confessions

by Augustine of Hippo

Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.

A Christmas Carol

by Charles Dickens, Groth

MARLEY WAS DEAD, to begin with.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

by Philip K. Dick

A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.

Quo Vadis? Powieść z czasów Nerona

by Henryk Sienkiewicz

PETRONIUS woke only about midday, and as usual greatly wearied.