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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Charles Lamb -
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
Charles Lamb
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Gone beforeTo that unknown and silent shore.
Charles Lamb -
My theory is to enjoy life, but the practice is against it.
Charles Lamb -
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning of it; for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship; if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return.
Charles Lamb -
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
Charles Lamb -
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigor of the game.
Charles Lamb -
I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.
Charles Lamb
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He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
Charles Lamb -
The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
Charles Lamb -
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
Charles Lamb -
Neat, not gaudy.
Charles Lamb -
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
Charles Lamb -
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
Charles Lamb
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Books which are no books.
Charles Lamb -
Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.
Charles Lamb -
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
Charles Lamb -
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
Charles Lamb -
Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.
Charles Lamb -
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.
Charles Lamb
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Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,That our worst foes cannot find us,And ill fortune, that would thwart us,Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;While each man, through thy height'ning steam,Does like a smoking Etna seem.
Charles Lamb -
Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see a mountain in my life.
Charles Lamb -
A man can never have too much Time to himself, nor too little to do. Had I a little son, I would christen him Nothing-To-Do; he should do nothing. Man, I verily believe, is out of his element as long as he is operative. I am altogether for the life contemplative.
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Nay, rather,Plant divine, of rarest virtue;Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
Charles Lamb