Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid Charles Lamb More Quotes by Charles Lamb More Quotes From Charles Lamb Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge. Charles Lamb simplicity What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance. Charles Lamb communicationbusinesschristian We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name. Charles Lamb nameswaitingdream Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone. Charles Lamb tombstonedoelooks I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone. Charles Lamb disgustingtombstoneordinary I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature. Charles Lamb londonattachmentdone To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice. Charles Lamb being-thankfulhypocrisyadd This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives his privilege, and trusts to the judicious few for understanding the reason of his abstinence. Charles Lamb topicsunderstandingmind We encourage one another in mediocrity. Charles Lamb mediocrity There are like to be short graces where the devil plays host. Charles Lamb devilgraceplay I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man. Charles Lamb punmenenemy In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces. Charles Lamb yearningstrongfaces Man is a gaming animal. Charles Lamb gamblinganimalmen I have done all that I came into this world to do. I have worked task work, and have the rest of the day to myself. Charles Lamb tasksdoneworld I have something more to do than to feel. Charles Lamb feels A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning of it; for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship; if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return. Charles Lamb brotherdoebook Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments? Charles Lamb childhoodheartchildren While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. Charles Lamb dreamwingschildren Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance of faith; others who stoutly venture in the dark their human confidence, their leader, which they mistake for faith; some whose hope totters upon crutches; others who stalk into futurity upon stilts. The difference is chiefly constitutional with them. Charles Lamb faithdarkmistake In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. Charles Lamb povertyfemaledresses
