Pierre Loti (pseudonym of Julien Viaud; 14 January 1850 – 10 June 1923) was a French novelist and naval officer. Read full biography of Pierre Loti →
The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have left him of... →
But it is true that sometimes an enveloping darkness aids one to clearer vision; as in a panorama building, for example, where the obscurity about... →
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy... →
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
I still held fast to my determination to become a minister; it still seemed to me that that was my duty. I had pledged myself, in my prayers I had... →
My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.
Through the study of fossils I had already been initiated into the mysteries of prehistoric creations.
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different... →
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here... →
I was at that time like a fledgling swallow living high up in a niche in the eaves, who from time to time peeps out over the top of its nest with its... →
The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be... →
Egypt, the Egypt of antiquity, at a later time, exercised a mysterious fascination over me. I recognized a picture of it immediately, without... →
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention... →
Pierre Loti (pseudonym of Julien Viaud; 14 January 1850 – 10 June 1923) was a French novelist and naval officer.