Lawyers, I suppose, were children once. – Charles Lamb
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair. – Charles Lamb
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once. – Charles Lamb
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair. – Charles Lamb
The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth. – Charles Lamb
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. – Charles Lamb