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by Robert Louis Stevenson
I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...
by Blaise Pascal, Philippe Sellier
1. The difference between the mathematical and the intuitive mind.
by Πλάτων
Apollodorus. In my opinion, I am not unprepared for what you ask about; for just the other day-when I was on my way up t...
by Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels
THE COMMUNIST LEAGUE, an international association of workers, which could of course be only a secret one under the cond...
by Mark Twain
"TOM!'" No answer. ''Tom!" No answer. ''What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!" No answer.
by Stendhal
Verrieres is no doubt one of the prettiest small towns in Franche-Comte.
by Giacomo Casanova
"YESTERDAY," SHE said, "you left with me two portraits of my Venetian sister M. M. I beg you to make me a present of the...
by William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing and the Romantic Comedies Shakespeare's three great romantic comedies, so widely studied and perf...
by Benjamin Franklin
"It seems I am too much of an American," said Franklin sadly to an English friend.
by William Shakespeare
If you shall chance (Camillo) to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on-foot, you shall see ...
by Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.
by William Shakespeare
Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria, Curio, and other Lords.
by Titus Lucretius Carus
Mother of Aeneas and his race, delight of men and gods, life-giving Venus, it is your doing that under the wheeling cons...
by Mary Shelley
In the introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, Mary Shelley presents herself as "the daughter of two persons o...
by Giovanni Boccaccio
DEAREST ladies, it is fitting that everything done by man should begin with the marvelous and holy name of Him who was t...
by Mark Twain
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory-an office of such majesty that is concentrated in itsel...
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[FAUST, lying among grass and flowers, exhausted and restless, trying to sleep.]
by Victor Hugo
Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago, the good people of Paris awoke to the sound of a...