And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Charles LambThe English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"
Charles LambNo eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
Charles Lamb