15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The Enchiridion
Keep only what truly belongs to you—how will you decide what to claim and what to release?
EpictetusMoby Dick; Or, The Whale
Worship becomes defiance: he kneels to the clear spirit yet vows to dispute its mastery to his last gasp.
Herman MelvilleFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
A shriek froze me mid-step—what terrible truth hit me as I ran toward Elizabeth's room?
Mary ShelleyJane Eyre
A pleasure like pure gold, edged with agony—she would stoop to a poisoned well to taste it.
Charlotte BrontëThe Adventures of Tom Sawyer
They watched the candle melt down to a thread—what did they hope the darkness would hide?
Mark TwainThe Count of Monte Cristo
Villefort's civilized mask peels away as he clasps a child who will not wake—grief strips him to something feral.
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetJane Eyre
If all the world hated you but your conscience absolved you, you would not be without friends.
Charlotte BrontëThe Picture of Dorian Gray
He saw his beauty and felt joy—then the sudden dread of inevitable decay.
Oscar WildeThe Picture of Dorian Gray
He would stay forever young while his portrait withered—what cost would keep that illusion?
Oscar WildeLeaves of Grass
A single luminous star holds him back—what small light has ever made you linger at a farewell?
Walt WhitmanThe Republic
Power makes him a prisoner: the tyrant lives hidden, jealous and landlocked—what do his fears cost the city?
PlatoThe Count of Monte Cristo
Give me one name and I will overwhelm you—revenge has made me young again; do you recognize the face you married?
Alexandre Dumas (père); Auguste MaquetLeaves of Grass
God in the faces you pass—what unnoticed message have you already been handed?
Walt WhitmanThe Republic
Keen intelligence can serve evil as well as good—what turns wisdom into a weapon?
PlatoA Christmas Carol
A sudden, earnest 'merrier Christmas'—what does warmth demand from a life built on cold?
Charles Dickens