Haita The Shepherd, by Ambrose Bierce
> In the heart of Haita the illusions of youth had not been supplanted by those of age and experience. His thoughts were pure and pleasant, »
De Profundis, by Oscar Wilde
> I used to live entirely for pleasure. I shunned suffering and sorrow of every kind. I hated both. I resolved to ignore them as far »
Intruder in the Dust, by William Faulkner
> 'We are going at this a little hindpart-before, ain't we? I'm the one who should be asking you if I »
Maurice, by E.M. Forster
> Yes, he was in luck, no doubt of it. Scudder had proved honest and kind. He was lovely to be with, a treasure, a charmer, »
Rogier van der Weyden, selected paintings
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