372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child’s heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

Don’t introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can’t hate a man whom I know.

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne’er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

What is reading, but silent conversation.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour’d his relics are laid.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days – All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that’s the some on’t.

I’d like to grow very old as slowly as possible.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.