372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

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.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man’s illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.

Pain is life – the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Mother’s love grows by giving.

Damn the age. I’ll write for antiquity.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been...

As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun ’s upon Be all that e’er shall meet thy glances!

The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: “I hate that man.” “But you don’t know him.” “Of course, I don’t,” said Lamb. “Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?”

I mean your borrowers of books – those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.