“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think.… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Borrowers of books, those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
I mean your borrowers of books - those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
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… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
