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? — 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 Image
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
