The classic Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
seems eternal, because anyone who is thinking knows that its true.
What is real lit is true, because we can see ourselves in it. But that depends on not just the writer, but also the reader. I loved, and still love, Octavio Paz's Labyrinth of Solitude which always awes me. But I've learned much about being who I am from Jane Austin also.