Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less. Charles Lamb More Quotes by Charles Lamb More Quotes From Charles Lamb Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity. Charles Lamb lovefallmoving 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. Charles Lamb poorendsmen I am accounted by some people as a good man. How cheap that character is acquired! Pay your debts, don't borrow money, nor twist your kitten's neck off, nor disturb a congregation, etc., your business is done. I know things of myself, which would make every friend I have fly me as a plague patient. Charles Lamb businesscharactermen Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might! Charles Lamb tonguebraverymight Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury. Charles Lamb delicacyluxurytea Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone! Charles Lamb dining-alonedinnereating I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves. Charles Lamb historicali-like-youbook Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds. Charles Lamb cheerfearthinking Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving. Charles Lamb gluttonyoccasionsthanksgiving Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam? Charles Lamb dreamhomesweet 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. Charles Lamb poorheartgiving And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. Charles Lamb stolenstealingheart When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power. Charles Lamb peculiarpowerheart Our spirits grow gray before our hairs. Charles Lamb spiritenthusiasmhair Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life. Charles Lamb mountainfriendshiplife Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. Charles Lamb usualsummerwriting A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions. Charles Lamb acquisitionmenknowledge The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals. Charles Lamb soberdrinkingmen The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice. Charles Lamb cowardiceanxietyhuman-nature We were happier when we were poorer, but we were also younger. Charles Lamb poverty
