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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
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Things in books' clothing.
Charles Lamb
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Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Charles Lamb -
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
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I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
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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
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The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling-a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
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I like you and your book, ingenious Hone!In whose capacious all-embracing leavesThe very marrow of tradition 's shown;And all that history, much that fiction weaves.
Charles Lamb
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The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
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Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
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Fanny Kelly's divine plain face.
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Please to blot out gentle hearted, and substitute drunken dog, ragged head, seld-shaven, odd-ey'd, stuttering, or any other epithet which truly and properly belongs to the Gentleman in question.
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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.
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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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It is good to love the unknown.
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Who first invented work, and bound the freeAnd holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . . . . . .To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . . . . . .Sabbath-less Satan!
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I have done all that I came into this world to do. I have worked task work, and have the rest of the day to myself.
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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.
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The beggar wears all colors fearing none.
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Presents, I often say, endear absents.
Charles Lamb
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From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.
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My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
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Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.
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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