372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

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

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

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

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.

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.