Vincent van Gogh

by Vincent van Gogh, Colta Ives

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

by Robert Louis Stevenson

MR. UTTERSON the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrasse...

Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord-the solitary neighbor that I shall be troubled with.

Autobiography of a Yogi

by Yogananda Paramahansa

Für die indische Kultur ist seit alters zweierlei charakteristisch: die Suche nach der letzten Wahrheit und das damit zu...

The Picture of Dorian Gray

by Oscar Wilde

O estúdio estava tomado pelo profundo perfume das rosas e quando o suave vento estival corria por entre as árvores do ja...

Moby Dick

by Herman Melville

Call me Ishmael.

Pride and Prejudice

by Jane Austen

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Poems

by William Blake

Behold me, then: me for him, life for life...

War and Peace

by Лев Толстой

»Nun was sagen Sie dazu, mein Fürst, Genua und Lucca sind nunmehr Erbgüter der Familie Bonaparte!

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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...

Persuasion

by Jane Austen

SIR WALTER ELLIOT, of Kellynch-hall, in Somerset-shire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but...

Bible

by Bible

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

Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott

CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any pres- " grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

O Alquimista

by Paulo Coelho

El muchacho se llamaba Santiago.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

by L. Frank Baum

Dorotea habia perdido a sus padres siendo muy nina, y desde entonces habia vivido con sus tios Enrique y Emma, dos viejo...

Der Steppenwolf

by Hermann Hesse

THE DAY HAD GONE BY JUST AS DAYS GO BY.

Confessions

by Augustine of Hippo

CAN any praise be worthy of the Lord's majesty?

A Christmas Carol

by Charles Dickens, Groth

MARLEY WAS DEAD: TO BEGIN WITH.

L’étranger

by Albert Camus

Maman died today.

The Night Before Christmas

by Clement Clarke Moore

T was the night before Christmas, When all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;