The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. – Charles Lamb
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. – Charles Lamb

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. – Charles Lamb
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. – Charles Lamb
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair. – Charles Lamb
Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought… – Robert G. Ingersoll