Top 200 Charles Lamb Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Man is a gaming animal.”

— Charles Lamb

102. “Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?”

— Charles Lamb

103. “Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby’s daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.”

— Charles Lamb

104. “The world meets nobody half way.”

— Charles Lamb

105. “I love to lose myself in other men’s minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.”

— Charles Lamb

106. “A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.”

— Charles Lamb

107. “Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.”

— Charles Lamb

108. “I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father’s religion, if they can find out what it is.”

— Charles Lamb

109. “Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!”

— Charles Lamb

110. “Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.”

— Charles Lamb

111. “You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself!”

— Charles Lamb

112. “Fly not yet; ’t is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.”

— Charles Lamb

113. “There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.”

— Charles Lamb

114. “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!”

— Charles Lamb

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

— Charles Lamb

116. “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

117. “I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.”

— Charles Lamb

118. “By myself walking, To myself talking.”

— Charles Lamb

119. “Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.”

— Charles Lamb

120. “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

121. “This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.”

— Charles Lamb

122. “A child’s nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.”

— Charles Lamb

123. “Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty’s war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.”

— Charles Lamb

124. “I love to lose myself in other men’s minds.”

— Charles Lamb

125. “Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?”

— Charles Lamb

126. “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

127. “My only books Were woman’s looks,- And folly ’s all they ’ve taught me.”

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128. “Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour’d his relics are laid.”

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129. “There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!”

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130. “We encourage one another in mediocrity.”

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131. “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

132. “Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.”

— Charles Lamb

133. “I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.”

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134. “The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.”

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

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136. “You look wise, pray correct that error.”

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137. “O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!”

— Charles Lamb

138. “Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.”

— Charles Lamb

139. “The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.”

— Charles Lamb

140. “I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.”

— Charles Lamb

141. “Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.”

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142. “In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.”

— Charles Lamb

143. “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.”

— Charles Lamb

144. “It is with some violation of the imagination that we conceive of an actor belonging to the relations of private life, so closely do we identify these persons in our mind with the characters which they assume upon the stage.”

— Charles Lamb

145. “I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.”

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146. “I mean your borrowers of books – those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.”

— Charles Lamb

147. “We are ashamed at the sight of a monkey – somehow as we are shy of poor relations.”

— Charles Lamb

148. “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?”

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149. “Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.”

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150. “She unbent her mind afterwards – over a book.”

— Charles Lamb