Inspirational Quotations

Inspirational Quotes by Charles Lamb (British Essayist, Poet)

Charles Lamb (1775–1834) was an English author, critic, and minor poet. He is best known for the essays he wrote under the name Elia. He remains one of the most adored and read of English essayists.

Born in Temple, London, Lamb spent his ‘joyful schooldays’ at Christ’s Hospital, where he started a lasting friendship with poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Lamb earned his living as a clerk in the East India House. Much of his life was dedicated to caring for his sister Mary Lamb (1764–1847,) who killed their invalid mother in an attack of mania.

Lamb’s early efforts at writing included poetry, a little prose romance titled The Tale of Rosamund Gray and Old Blind Margaret (1797,) and John Woodvil (1801)—the result of his analysis of Elizabethan dramatic poetry, in whose revival he was to play so large a part.

Lamb is best known for his essays, most notably collected as The Essays of Elia (1820–23, 1833.) He is also remembered for his children’s books, which comprise Tales from Shakespeare (1807,) on which he collaborated with Mary.

Lamb’s eccentric wit—what he called a “self-pleasing quaintness”—was publicized through the identity of ‘Elia’ in The London Magazine (1820–25,) and his unfashionable dedication to London life as subject-matter earned him a place in the new Cockney School of metropolitan poets and essayists. By 1838, Charles Dickens was writing to associates endorsing the work of “the original kind-hearted, veritable Elia.”

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Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
Charles Lamb
Topics: The Universe

So near are the boundaries of panegyric and invective, that a worn-out sinner is sometimes found to make the best declaimer against sin. The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his unregenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Sin

How a sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man’s self to himself! He is his own exclusive object. Supreme selfishness is inculcated in him as his only duty.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Cancer, Health, Selfishness

Opinions is a species of property – I am always desirous of sharing
Charles Lamb
Topics: Opinions

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of impertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of our prosperity. He is known by his knock.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Family

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
Topics: Books

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.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Libraries

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Contentment

The beggar is the only person in the universe not obliged to study appearance.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Appearance

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Society

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves: we encourage each other in mediocrity.—I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Associates

The most mortifying infirmity in human nature … is, perhaps, cowardice.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Courage, Cowardice

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Gardening

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
Charles Lamb

Man while he loves is never quite depraved.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Love

Ballads are the vocal portraits of the national mind.
Charles Lamb

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Truth

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
Topics: Home

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Humor

Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Lawyers

In everything that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Science, Scientists

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Fashion

Lawyers I suppose were children once.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Law, Lawyers

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

He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Books, Reading

New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday.
Charles Lamb
Topics: One liners, Birthdays

Borrowers of books—those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Books, Reading, Libraries

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Competition, Gambling

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.
Charles Lamb
Topics: News, Curiosity

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
Charles Lamb
Topics: Children

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