“Bu sayfalarda Leonardo’nun kendi yazılarından ilham aldım ve gerçek insanları, gerçek fikirleri ve gerçek olayları yansıtması için tarihe bir ayna tuttum. Bu aynanın yüzeyindeki yansımada ışıldayan kişi yazılarından, resimleri..

Modern Çağda Geçen Bir “Binbir Gece Masalı”…Horace Ventimore, pek de başarılı olmayan bir mimardır. Günün birinde, bir tanıdığının yerine bir müzayedeye katılır ve kimsenin ilgisini çekmeyen, eski püs..

Buşido Ruhunu ve Felsefesini Yansıtan HikâyelerEski Japonya’nın şövalyeleri olan samuraylara ait hikâyeler büyük ölçüde gerçeklere dayanır. Kōdanshi isimli hikâye anlatıcılar tarafından aktarıl..

Shakespeare’in eserlerinin, İngiliz edebiyatının klasikleri içinde en muteber eserler olmasına şaşmamak gerek. Shakespeare’in karakterleri sanatkârlar, şairler ve romancılar tarafından öyle yaygın biçimde kullanılmış ve bu karakterler engin İngiliz edebiyatının içine öyle işlemiştir ki bu oyunların ..

1262 yılının Haziran ayının aydınlık bir pazar gününde akşam vakti genç kız endişeyle ellerini birleştirip denize açılan çakıllı yatağında neşeyle şıkırdayan suyun yanında huzursuzca ileri geri yürüdü.Büy&uuml..

“I mean to find her,” said Sherlock Holmes. “I’m going through this house till I do find her.”“Where is your warrant?”Holmes half drew a revolver from his pocket. “This will have to serve till a better one comes.&rdq..

It seems then that men and women are equally at fault. It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is ..

At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, to..

“Well, Holmes,” I murmured, “have you found anything out?”He stood beside me in silence, his candle in his hand. Then the tall, lean figure inclined towards me. “I say, Watson,” he whispered, “would you be afraid to sleep in the s..

‘‘I think I understand what you mean,” said Anne thoughtfully, “and I know I have so much to feel thankful for ... oh, so much ... my work, and Paul Irving, and the dear twins, and all my friends. Do you know, Mrs. Allan, I’m so thankful for friendsh..

After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone, curtained with fine-spun, moonlit gloom, while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind. Anne had always loved that brook. Many a dream had she spun over its sparkling water in days gone by. She for..

Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his journey around the world in eighty days. To do this he had employed every means of conveyance-steamers, railways, carriages, yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, elephants. The eccentric gentleman had throughout displayed all his marvellous qualities of ..