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My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
Charles Lamb
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The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.
Charles Lamb
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For God's sake (I never was more serious), don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.
Charles Lamb
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Far transcend my weak invention.’Tis a simple Christian child,Missionary young and mild,From her store of script’ral knowledge (Bible-taught without a college) Which by reading she could gather, Teaches him to say Our Father To the common Parent, who Colour not respects nor hue. White and Black in him have part, Who looks not to the skin, but heart.
Charles Lamb
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Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.
Charles Lamb
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And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.
Charles Lamb
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Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.
Charles Lamb
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I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
Charles Lamb
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Things in books' clothing.
Charles Lamb
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Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.
Charles Lamb
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The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
Charles Lamb
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Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
Charles Lamb
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Severe and saintly righteousnessComposed the clear white bridal dress;Jesus, the Son of Heaven's high King Bought with his blood the marriage ring
Charles Lamb
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Presents, I often say, endear absents.
Charles Lamb
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It is good to love the unknown.
Charles Lamb
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The beggar wears all colors fearing none.
Charles Lamb
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For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Charles Lamb
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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Charles Lamb
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Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.
Charles Lamb
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Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
Charles Lamb
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Each day used to be individually felt by me in its reference to the foreign post days; in its distance from, or propinquity to, the next Sunday. I had my Wednesday feelings, my Saturday nights’ sensations.
Charles Lamb
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This very night I am going to leave off Tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realized.
Charles Lamb
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Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!
Charles Lamb
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Fanny Kelly's divine plain face.
Charles Lamb
