No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.
Charles LambHere cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Charles LambA child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.
Charles LambWhen twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.
Charles Lamb