372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off’ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews’s Sermons?

When true hearts lie wither’d And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty’s war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

She unbent her mind afterwards – over a book.

My only books Were woman’s looks,- And folly ’s all they ’ve taught me.

Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps – good works.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy’s holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.