I was in the darkness | A poem by Stephen Crane, 1895
anon . I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then...
anon . I was in the darkness; I could not see my words Nor the wishes of my heart. Then...
Paul Verlaine, 1892 "For me my glory is an Humble ephemeral Absinthe Drunk on the sly, with fear of treason...
The high-voltage current is being passed through the human body to bring the lamp to incandescence. Tesla’s friend, Mark Twain,...
Πολλάκις, βλέποντας να παίζουν σκάκι, ακολουθεί το μάτι μου ένα Πιόνι όπου σιγά-σιγά τον δρόμο βρίσκει και στην υστερινή γραμμή...
Jean-Siméon Chardin, Soap Bubbles, 1739 ...
“My days I devote to reading and experiments in chemistry, and I spend many of the clear nights in the ...
Sisters Virginia Woolf and Vanessa Bell as children, playing cricket Virginia Woolf at 18 . “I...
Fred Howe, the Fatman and George Moore, the living skeleton, 1890 Fred Howe, the Fatman and George Moore, the living...
"Μάθε πως έχω πολύ ευαίσθητο αυτί. Όταν μιλάω με κάποιον, δεν έχω ανάγκη να τον κοιτάξω για να ξέρω αν...
August Strindberg, Sunset, 1892 August Strindberg, Seglare, 1873 August Strindberg Flower by the Shore, 1873 August Strindberg, The Birch Tree,...