Charles Lamb Quotes
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The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
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They are a piece of stubborn antiquity, compared with which Stonehenge is in its nonage. They date beyond the Pyramids.
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To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
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We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering that it was an acquired one.
[Taste]
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We do not go (to the theatre) like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.
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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.
[Associates]
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We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
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What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labors to these Bodleians were reposing here, as in some dormitory or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of those sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.
[Libraries]
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What is reading, but silent conversation.
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Who first invented work, and bound the free and holiday-rejoicing spirit down?
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