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Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!
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Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.
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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.
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The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
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Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
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May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
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