All Charles Lamb Quotes
- The light that lies In woman's eyes. Eye
- We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of… Ancestor
- Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives? All
- For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print... substitute drunken dog, ragged head,… Any
- Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid Breathe
- To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives. Enjoy
- Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling? Born
- Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity. Age
- A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. Clean
- Do not fold, spindle or mutilate. Fold
- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. All
- A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings. Apple
- I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things. Doubt
- Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all. All
- No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us. All
- A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade. Black
- My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me. All
- Books which are no books. Book
- Presents, I often say, endear absents. Endear
- The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but… Adorned
- 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… All
- There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet. Bosom
- As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er… Advances
- Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. Absence
- (The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die. Content