Presents, I often say, endear absents. – Charles Lamb
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition. – Charles Lamb
Presents, I often say, endear absents. – Charles Lamb
He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition. – Charles Lamb
How a sickness enlarges the dimensions of a mans self to himself! He is his own exclusive object. Supreme selfishness is inculcated in him as his only duty, – Charles Lamb
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. – Charles Lamb