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A babe is fed with milk and praise.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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More quotes by Charles Lamb
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!
Charles Lamb
I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown And all that history, much that fiction weaves.
Charles Lamb
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 of it for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return.
Charles Lamb
Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
Charles Lamb
Books of quick interest, that hurry on for incidents are for the eye to glide over only. It will not do to read them out. I could never listen to even the better kind of modern novels without extreme irksomeness.
Charles Lamb
Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.
Charles Lamb
You may derive thoughts from others your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.
Charles Lamb
The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
Charles Lamb
It is with some violation of the imagination that we conceive of an actor belonging to the relations of private life, so closely do we identify these persons in our mind with the characters which they assume upon the stage.
Charles Lamb
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
I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient.
Charles Lamb
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
Charles Lamb
A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Charles Lamb
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
Charles Lamb
You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself!
Charles Lamb
May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
Charles Lamb
Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
Charles Lamb
A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying
Charles Lamb
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them.
Charles Lamb
Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.
Charles Lamb