No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.
Charles LambWe do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.
Charles LambHow sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.
Charles LambWhat a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.
Charles Lamb