Charles Lamb Quotes
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My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
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And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.
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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.
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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.
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Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
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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.
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The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
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I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
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Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.
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Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.
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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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Things in books' clothing.
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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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Presents, I often say, endear absents.
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Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
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It is good to love the unknown.
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Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
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Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!
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Fanny Kelly's divine plain face.
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Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.
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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
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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.
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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.
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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.