Works
Llull is known to have written at least 265 works, including:
- The Book of the Lover and the Beloved
- Blanquerna (a novel; 1283)
- Desconort (on the superiority of reason)
- L'arbre de ciència, Arbor scientiae ("Tree of Science") (1295)
- Tractatus novus de astronomia
- Ars Magna (The Great Art) (1305) or Ars Generalis Ultima (The Ultimate General Art)
- Ars Brevis (The Short Art; an abbreviated version of the Ars Magna)
- Llibre de meravelles
- Practica compendiosa
- Liber de Lumine (The Book of Light)
- Ars Infusa (The Inspired Art)
- Book of Propositions
- Liber Chaos (The Book of Chaos)
- Book of the Seven Planets
- Liber Proverbiorum (Book of Proverbs)
- Book on the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit
- Ars electionis (on voting)
- Artifitium electionis personarum (on voting)
- Ars notatoria
- Introductoria Artis demonstrativae
- Book of the Gentile and the Three Wise Men
- Llibre qui es de l'ordre de cavalleria (The Book of the Order of Chivalry written between 1279–1283)
- Le Livre des mille proverbes (2008), ISBN :9782953191707, Éditions de la Merci, editions@orange.fr
- Vademecum, quo sontes Alchemica Art (cited by Arthur Dee in his Fasciculus Chemicus
About another 400 works are doubtfully or spuriously attributed to him.
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