Charles Lamb Quotes
The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.
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.
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them.
Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.
Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?
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.
I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
(The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die.
A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.
I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who listen had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.
This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth.
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature?but the prettier the kind of a thing is, the more desirable it is that it should be pretty of its kind.
A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
