Frases de Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb fue un ensayista inglés de ascendencia galesa, principalmente reconocido por su obra Essays of Elia y por el libro de cuentos Tales from Shakespeare, escrito en colaboración con su hermana, Mary Lamb . Lamb ha sido descrito por E.V. Lucas, su biógrafo principal, como la figura más encantadora de la literatura inglesa, y su influencia en los ensayos ingleses no puede ser subestimada. Charles Lamb fue homenajeado por la Latymer School, escuela que posee seis dependencias, una de las cuales se denomina "Lamb" en su honor. Wikipedia  

✵ 10. febrero 1775 – 27. diciembre 1834
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“Generalmente se lee para decir que se ha leído.”

Sin fuentes

“La prisa es del diablo; la paciencia es de Dios.”

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Charles Lamb: Frases en inglés

“The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture.”

Charles Lamb Last Essays of Elia

Popular Fallacies: XIII, That You Must Love Me and Love My Dog.
Last Essays of Elia (1833)

“For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.”

Charles Lamb libro Essays of Elia

Oxford in the Vacation.
Essays of Elia (1823)

“I have something more to do than to feel.”

Letter to Coleridge (September 27, 1796), after the death of Lamb's mother.

“A pun is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.”

Charles Lamb Last Essays of Elia

Popular Fallacies: IX, That the Worst Puns Are the Best.
Last Essays of Elia (1833)

“Not if I know myself at all.”

The Old and New Schoolmaster; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!”

Lamb's Suppers; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.”

Captain Starkey; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“I read your letters with my sister, and they give us both abundance of delight. Especially they please us two, when you talk in a religious strain,—not but we are offended occasionally with a certain freedom of expression, a certain air of mysticism, more consonant to the conceits of pagan philosophy, than consistent with the humility of genuine piety. To instance now in your last letter—you say, “it is by the press [sic], that God hath given finite spirits both evil and good (I suppose you mean simply bad men and good men), a portion as it were of His Omnipresence!” Now, high as the human intellect comparatively will soar, and wide as its influence, malign or salutary, can extend, is there not, Coleridge, a distance between the Divine Mind and it, which makes such language blasphemy? Again, in your first fine consolatory epistle you say, “you are a temporary sharer in human misery, that you may be an eternal partaker of the Divine Nature.” What more than this do those men say, who are for exalting the man Christ Jesus into the second person of an unknown Trinity,—men, whom you or I scruple not to call idolaters? Man, full of imperfections, at best, and subject to wants which momentarily remind him of dependence; man, a weak and ignorant being, “servile” from his birth “to all the skiey influences,” with eyes sometimes open to discern the right path, but a head generally too dizzy to pursue it; man, in the pride of speculation, forgetting his nature, and hailing in himself the future God, must make the angels laugh. Be not angry with me, Coleridge; I wish not to cavil; I know I cannot instruct you; I only wish to remind you of that humility which best becometh the Christian character. God, in the New Testament (our best guide), is represented to us in the kind, condescending, amiable, familiar light of a parent: and in my poor mind ’tis best for us so to consider of Him, as our heavenly Father, and our best Friend, without indulging too bold conceptions of His nature. Let us learn to think humbly of ourselves, and rejoice in the appellation of “dear children,” “brethren,” and “co-heirs with Christ of the promises,” seeking to know no further… God love us all, and may He continue to be the father and the friend of the whole human race!”

Lamb's letter to Coleridge in Oct. 24th, 1796. As quoted in Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (1905). Letter 11.

“Things in books' clothing.”

Charles Lamb Last Essays of Elia

Detached Thoughts on Books and Reading.
Last Essays of Elia (1833)

“Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.”

cited in A Little Book of Aphorisms (New York: 1947), p. 186.

“Neat, not gaudy.”

Letter to Wordsworth (1806); reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

“Books think for me.”

Charles Lamb Last Essays of Elia

Detached Thoughts on Books and Reading.
Last Essays of Elia (1833)

“Books which are no books.”

Charles Lamb Last Essays of Elia

Detached Thoughts on Books and Reading; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)..
Last Essays of Elia (1833)

“I came home for ever!”

Letter to Bernard Barton (April 6, 1825), on leaving his "33 years' desk" at the East India House.

“This very night I am going to leave off Tobacco!”

Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realized.
Letter to Thomas Manning (December 26, 1815)

“I have no ear.”

Charles Lamb libro Essays of Elia

A Chapter on Ears.
Essays of Elia (1823)

“Atheists, or Deists only in the name,
By word or deed deny a God. They eat
Their daily bread, & draw the breath of heaven,
Without a thought or thanks; heav'n's roof to them
Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps,
No more, that light them to their purposes.
They 'wander loose about.'”

They nothing see,
Themselves except, and creatures like themselves,
That liv'd short-sighted, impotent to save.
So on their dissolute spirits, soon or late,
Destruction cometh 'like an armed man,'
Or like a dream of murder in the night,
Withering their mortal faculties, & breaking
The bones of all their pride.
Living Without God In The World (1798)