What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I… — 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
