Found 495,374 results for "Civilizations"
by Thomas Hobbes
NATURE (the art whereby God hath made and governs the world) is by the art of man, as in many other things, so in this a...
by Arnold J. Toynbee, D.C Somervell
THE starting-point of this book was a search for fields of historical study which would be intelligible in themselves wi...
by Francis Bacon
1579 February. His father dies, and (in June) he returns to England.
by Henry David Thoreau
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...
by Stephen Crane
¿Has oído hablar, amigo lector, siquiera alguna vez, de Stephen Crane?
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, ...
by United States
SECTION 1. All legislative powers herein granted shall be vested in a Congress of the United States, which shall consist...
by John Locke, Ian Shapiro
1. That Adam had not, either by natural right of fatherhood, or by positive donation from God, any such authority over h...
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
I HAD THIS STORY FROM ONE WHO HAD NO BUSINESS TO tell it to me, or to any other.
by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Tal vez no sea superfluo, al introducir el célebre libro de Rousseau, señalar como punto de partida que estamos ante un ...
by Edward Gibbon
Diligence and accuracy are the only merits which an historical writer may ascribe to himself; if any merit indeed can be...
by Joseph Conrad
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
by Geoffrey Chaucer, John E. Cunningham
WHEN APRIL with his showers sweet with fruit The drought of March has pierced unto the root And bathed each vein with li...
by Adam Smith
The greatest improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the greater part of the skill, dexterity, and judgment ...
by Harriet Beecher Stowe
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished...
by Ernest Hemingway
Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...