372 Quotes by Charles Lamb

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

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.