15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.Essays — First Series
Fame dazzles; likeness heals—true friendship comes from a soul that feels like blood.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe Odyssey
Her cheeks flowed like melting snow, yet he kept his eyes hard as iron—how long can she test him?
HomerThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
They're missed and mourned—and the town's sorrow turns into the boys' greatest triumph.
Mark TwainThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
If Love could conspire with Fate, would you tear the world's order apart to remake it for the heart?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
I wrote 'We ain't dead' on sycamore bark—and then, moved by guilt or love, I kissed him while he slept.
Mark TwainPride and Prejudice
If gratitude and esteem can build affection, is sudden passion any less valid?
Jane AustenFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Exhausted and alone, I swore eternal war on mankind—and most of all on my maker.
Mary ShelleyThe Republic
Justice began as a bargain: neither doing nor suffering wrong—if it's a middle ground, is it virtue?
PlatoThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Haunted houses are worse than dead people—they slide in shrouds and peep over your shoulder.
Mark TwainThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Life flies; the flower that once has bloomed dies forever—what will you do with the only certain moment?
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)The Republic
If human nature requires it, our rulers will need consummate skill—what kind of governance could that be?
PlatoThe Republic
Music fixes rhythm and harmony in the soul before reason arrives—how does early taste shape moral judgment?
PlatoPride and Prejudice
He will not give himself the trouble—so I had to answer for him.
Jane AustenTreasure Island
No spirit throws a shadow—so why did this one have an echo answering back? The island's superstition suddenly looks unstable.
Robert Louis StevensonThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
A bird that laid an egg after it was dead—the brightest blue egg; how could such an impossible relic exist?
Arthur Conan Doyle