Charles Lamb Quotes
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The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture.
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Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!
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Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.
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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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Your borrowers of books-those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
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Thou through such a mist dost show us,That our best friends do not know us.
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And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.
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The flouting infidel doth mock when Christians cry
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New Year's Day is every man's birthday.
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He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.
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A good-natured woman...which is as much as you can expect from a friend's wife, whom you got acquainted with a bachelor.
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How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself.
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A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
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I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.
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Books think for me.
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Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, 'Are you full inside?' Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, 'I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me.'
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Nursed amid her London's noise, her crowds, her beloved smoke, what have I been doing all my life, if I have not lent out my heart with usury to such scenes?
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Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune.
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Look upward, Feeble Ones! look up, and trustThat He, who lays this mortal frame in dust,Still hath the immortal Spirit in His keepingIn Jesus' sight they are not dead, but sleeping
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Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?