It is rather an unpleasant fact, that the ugliest and awkwardest of brute animals have the greatest resemblance to man: the monkey… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them. — 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
Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own. — 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
