Charles Lamb

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space yet nothing troubles me less.

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.

The young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life; but he brings it not home to himself, any more than in a hot June we can appropriate to our imagination the freezing days of December.

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!

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

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?