Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
It is well if the good man himself does not feel his devotions a little clouded, those foggy sensuous steams mingling with… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
When I consider how little of a rarity children are -- that every street and blind alley swarms with them -- that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Why are we never quite at ease in the presence of a schoolmaster? Because we are conscious that he is not quite… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Ceremony is an invention to take off the uneasy feeling which we derive from knowing ourselves to be less the object of… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A man can never have too much Time to himself, nor too little to do. Had I a little son, I would… — 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
