I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters. Charles Lamb More Quotes by Charles Lamb More Quotes From Charles Lamb Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life. Charles Lamb evidencepainlife Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick. Charles Lamb walking-stickscrutchesliterature The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen. Charles Lamb wellslikesmen Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year. Charles Lamb holidaynew-yearyears I love to lose myself in other men's minds.... Books think for me. Charles Lamb menbookthinking May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest. Charles Lamb lastssmokingmay I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue. Charles Lamb toilsmokingmen He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides. Charles Lamb two-sideslawfeet He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality. Charles Lamb originalityreadingbook I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention! Charles Lamb musicpainitalian A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. Charles Lamb laughterhundredlaughing Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die. Charles Lamb flowerhopelove The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend. Charles Lamb racementwo Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. Act a charity sometimes. When a poor creature (outwardly and visibly such) comes before thee, do not stay to inquire whether the "seven small children," in whose name he implores thy assistance, have a veritable existence. Rake not into the bowels of unwelcome truth, to save a halfpenny. It is good to believe him. Charles Lamb namesbelievechildren Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan! Charles Lamb holidaydrywork The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. Charles Lamb wallmusicheart The world meets nobody half way. Charles Lamb halfwayworld We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself. Charles Lamb mediocrityassociationmen Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home. Charles Lamb philanthropycharityhome A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author. Charles Lamb favourdoebook
