Charles Lamb Quotes

Aveva trovato un piacere bizzarro, si rifiutava di chiamarlo una virtù, nel prendersi cura di quel tipo di persone che avevano da lungo tempo cessato di aspettarsi gentilezza o amicizia dagli uomini, ma si accontentavano di accettare i riluttanti servigi che gli strumenti e i dipendenti, spesso insensibili, di quelle benintenzionate istituzioni somministrano ai poveri ammalati sotto loro tutela.
Non sono medicine, brodi e carne dura, servite ad ore fisse con tutte le rigide formalità di una prigione - non è l'autosufficiente elemosina di un letto su cui morire - ciò che l'uomo in punto di morte si aspetta dai suoi simili.
Sguardi, attenzioni, consolazioni - in una parola solidarietà, è ciò di cui un uomo ha più bisogno al terribile chiudersi delle sue sofferenze mortali. Uno sguardo gentile, un sorriso, una goccia di acqua fredda per le labbra rinsecchite - per queste cose un uomo vi benedirà nella morte.

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

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

Above all, you must beware of indirect expressions before a Caledonian. Clap an extinguisher upon your irony, if you are unhappily blest with a vein of it. … I was present not long since at a party of North Britons, where a son of Burns was expected ; and happened to drop a silly expression (in my South British way), that I wished it were the father instead of the son — when four of them started up at once to inform me, that ‘that was impossible, because he was dead.’ An impracticable wish, it seems, was more than they could conceive.

A pun is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.

For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do anything but die.

Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

Each day used to be individually felt by me in its reference to the foreign post days; in its distance from, or propinquity to, the next Sunday. I had my Wednesday feelings, my Saturday nights' sensations.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.

Stinking’st of the stinking kind,
Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind,
Africa, that brags her foyson,
Breeds no such prodigious poison,
Henbane, nightshade, both together,
Hemlock, aconite—

My reading has been lamentably desultory and immedthodical. Odd, out of the way, old English plays, and treatises, have supplied me with most of my notions, and ways of feeling. In everything that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world. I should have scarcely cut a figure among the franklins, or country gentlemen, in King John's days. I know less geography than a schoolboy of six weeks standing. To me a map of old Ortelius is as authentic as Arrowsmith. I do not know whereabout Africa merges into Asia, whether Ethiopia lie in one or other of those great divisions, nor can form the remotest, conjecture of the position of New South Wales, or Van Diemen's Land. Yet do I hold a correspondence with a very dear friend in the first named of these two Terrae Incognitae. I have no astronomy. I do not know where to look for the Bear or Charles' Wain, the place of any star, or the name of any of them at sight. I guess at Venus only by her brightness - and if the sun on some portentous morn were to make his first appearance in the west, I verily believe, that, while all the world were grasping in apprehension about me, I alone should stand unterrified, from sheer incuriosity and want of observation. Of history and chronology I possess some vague points, such as one cannot help picking up in the course of miscellaneous study, but I never deliberately sat down to a chronicle, even of my own country. I have most dim apprehensions of the four great monarchies, and sometimes the Assyrian, sometimes the Persian, floats as first in my fancy. I make the widest conjectures concerning Egypt, and her shepherd kings. My friend M., with great pains taking, got me to think I understood the first proposition in Euclid, but gave me over in despair at the second. I am entirely unacquainted with the modern languages, and, like a better man than myself, have 'small Latin and less Greek'. I am a stranger to the shapes and texture of the commonest trees, herbs,

If peradventure, Reader, it has been thy lot to waste the golden years of thy life—thy shining youth—in the irksome confinement of an office; to have thy prison days prolonged through middle age down to decrepitude and silver hairs, without hope of release or respite; to have lived to forget that there are such things as holidays, or to remember them but as the prerogatives of childhood; then, and then only, will you be able to appreciate my deliverance.

When I am not walking, I am reading;

Not if I know myself at all.

Gone before
To that unknown and silent shore.