Which one keeps calling?

The Prophet

Your daily life is your temple—are you bringing your whole self to it?

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete

A summer day becomes a private sacrament where two people bind a wordless oath.

The Odyssey

A red-hot beam whirls in a boiling eye while steam scalds the monster—could men hold on through that scream?

The Prophet

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror—so what does it mean that you are both life and veil?

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

A scream in the night, a pointing finger, and three choking syllables—what threat did the speckled band hide?

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

He times my temper and I still can't bring myself to whip him—so who's ruining whom?

Leaves of Grass

Stop this day and night with me—would you risk seeing the world through your own eyes, not borrowed ones?

Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

He dared the constables to shoot—and in a flash knocked both pistols from their hands.

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus

Refuse my terms, and I will feed death on your friends until it is sated.

Jane Eyre

Is it better to be a delirious mistress in Marseilles or a free, honest schoolmistress in England's hills?

Pride and Prejudice

Marrying your nephew won't change my sphere—whose rank actually shifts when two families join by marriage?

Leaves of Grass

Lilacs in the dooryard and a falling star—how does spring keep re-opening the same grief?

Pride and Prejudice

They are destined for each other—so your 'upstart pretensions' are intolerable, she insists, defending family rank.

The Count of Monte Cristo

Wait and hope—two words presented as the whole of human wisdom.

The Count of Monte Cristo

A child with a small bottle of drug: three drops, and those who displease him are finished.