Over 40,000 Famous Quotes Sorted By Topic and Author
Half as sober as a judge. Topic: Judges
Author: Charles Lamb
I'm not final because I'm right, I'm right because I'm final. Topic: Judges
Author: Charles Lamb
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 labours 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. - Charles Lamb , Topic: Libraries
Author: Charles Lamb
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book. Topic: Miscellaneous
Author: Charles Lamb
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives. Topic: Miscellaneous
Author: Charles Lamb
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life. Topic: Pain
Author: Charles Lamb
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. Topic: Philanthropy
Author: Charles Lamb
The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident. Topic: Pleasure
Author: Charles Lamb
These people have served a longer sentence than some people who have committed murder. Topic: Politics Government
Author: Charles Lamb
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 , Topic: Reading
Author: Charles Lamb
I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is. Topic: Religion
Author: Charles Lamb
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. Topic: Society
Author: Charles Lamb
Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life. Topic: Society
Author: Charles Lamb
Neat, not gaudy. Topic: Style
Author: Charles Lamb
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.