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by D. H. Lawrence
OURS IS ESSENTIALLY a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
by J. K. Rowling
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, privet drive.
by Lewis Carroll
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by Machado de Assis
Que Stendhal confessasse haver escrito um de seus livros para cem leitores, coisa é que admira e consterna.
by Edward Gibbon
After the fall of the Roman empire in the West, an interval of fifty years, till the memorable reign of Justinian, is fa...
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...
by Roald Dahl
My father's troops wait on their horses just outside our front door.
by William Makepeace Thackeray
As the Manager of the Performance sits before the curtain on the boards, and, looks into the Fair, a feeling of profound...
by Agatha Christie
ABOUT two months earlier than the first day of the summer term at Meadowbank, certain events had taken place which were ...
by Arnold J. Toynbee, D.C Somervell
HISTORIANS generally illustrate rather than correct the ideas of the communities within which they live and work, and th...
by J. K. Rowling
La journée la plus chaude de l’été, jusqu’à présent en tout cas, tirait à sa fin et un silence somnolent s’était install...
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of log...
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 C. S. Lewis
THERE WAS A BOY CALLED EUSTACE Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
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 Immanuel Kant
IN whatsoever mode, or by whatsoever means, our knowledge may relate to objects, it is at least quite clear, that the on...
by George R. R. Martin
“We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
IN 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, ...