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By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

So near are the boundaries of panegyric and invective, that a worn-out sinner is sometimes found to make the best declaimer against sin. The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his unregenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men.

By Anonym 13 Sep

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Our appetites, of one or another kind, are excellent spurs to our reason, which might otherwise but feebly set about the great ends of preserving and continuing the species.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I am, in plainer words, a bundle of prejudices - made up of likings and dislikings.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

Above all, you must beware of indirect expressions before a Caledonian. Clap an extinguisher upon your irony, if you are unhappily blest with a vein of it. … I was present not long since at a party of North Britons, where a son of Burns was expected ; and happened to drop a silly expression (in my South British way), that I wished it were the father instead of the son — when four of them started up at once to inform me, that ‘that was impossible, because he was dead.’ An impracticable wish, it seems, was more than they could conceive.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charles Lamb

There is more reason to say grace before beginning a book than there is to say it before beginning to dine.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Dehortations from the use of strong liquors have been the favourite topic of sober declaimers in all ages, and have been received with abundance of applause by water-drinking critics. But with the patient himself, the man that is to be cured, unfortunately their sound has seldom prevailed.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Lamb

Rather was it not a series of seven uneasy days, spent in restless pursuit of pleasure, and a wearisome anxiety to find out how to make the most of them? Where was the quiet, where the promised rest?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

The world meets nobody half way.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

No woman dresses below herself from mere caprice.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

All people have their blind side-their superstitions.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Mother's love grows by giving.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Lamb

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I ask and wish not to appear More beauteous, rich or gay: Lord, make me wiser every year, And better every day.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Brandy and water spoils two good things.

By Anonym 13 Sep

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that of the lady particularly; it tells you that her lot is disposed of in this world; that you can have no hopes for her.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Lamb

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Lamb

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?