372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o’er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o’er sea or land we roam?

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people’s time, not his.

New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday.

Be not frightened at the hard words “imposition,” “imposture;” give and ask no questions. Cast thy bread upon the waters. Some have, unawares, entertained angels.

An album is a garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.

The light that lies In woman’s eyes.

Time partially reconciles us to anything. I gradually became content – doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family’s eye?

I love to lose myself in other men’s minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.