Charles Lamb

It is good to love the unknown.

— Charles Lamb

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

— Charles Lamb

The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.

— Charles Lamb

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

— Charles Lamb

I am in love with the green earth.

— Charles Lamb

Not if I know myself at all.

— Charles Lamb

I have something more to do than to feel.

— Charles Lamb

A babe is fed with milk and praise.

— Charles Lamb

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.

— Charles Lamb

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

— Charles Lamb

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

— Charles Lamb

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

— Charles Lamb

May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.

— Charles Lamb

A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.

— Charles Lamb

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

— Charles Lamb

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

— Charles Lamb

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me…

— Charles Lamb

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

— Charles Lamb

I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them.

— Charles Lamb

As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be…

— Charles Lamb

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

— Charles Lamb

We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.

— Charles Lamb

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

— Charles Lamb

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

— Charles Lamb

It is with some violation of the imagination that we conceive of an actor belonging to the relations of private life, so…

— 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…

— Charles Lamb

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest,…

— Charles Lamb

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That…

— Charles Lamb

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he…

— Charles Lamb

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life…

— Charles Lamb

“The young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could…

— Charles Lamb

Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple;…

— Charles Lamb

It is rather an unpleasant fact, that the ugliest and awkwardest of brute animals have the greatest resemblance to man: the monkey…

— Charles Lamb

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. Act a charity sometimes. When a poor creature (outwardly and visibly such) comes before…

— Charles Lamb

I own that I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner.…

— Charles Lamb

Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance…

— Charles Lamb

Surely it is a matter of joy, that your faith in Jesus has been preserved; the Comforter that should relieve you is…

— Charles Lamb

There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day…

— Charles Lamb

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul…

— Charles Lamb

“The inventor of [this saying, 'That Enough Is As Good As a Feast'] did not believe it himself…Goodly legs and shoulders of…

— Charles Lamb