K. Lamb Quotes

The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.

I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.

The true poet dreams being awake.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

It's very nice to be able to write something you don't have to get four other people to agree with before it can become authoritative.

We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

It is good to have friends at court.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself!

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

Our appetites, of one or another kind, are excellent spurs to our reason, which might otherwise but feebly set about the great ends of preserving and continuing the species.

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

Half as sober as a judge.

I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

I liked quantum mechanics very much. The subject was hard to understand but easy to apply to a large number of interesting problems.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that.

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

real misery delights not in reproaches and complaints. It is like charity and love - silent, long suffering and mild.

The road to success leads through the valley of humility, and the path is up the ladder of patience and across the wide barren plains of perseverance. As yet, no short cut has ever been discovered.

Monotheism begins with a god who hates trees.

Empathy for the plight of the Goddess may be essential in seeing how to face our own plight on Earth.

I've never been a member of a political party, but people will superimpose on you what they want.

Happiness, most often, is a choice. Make the choice to sit, breathe, and be in that moment.

Sanity is tenuous. Tenuous. Comes and goes. Many of the brightest people floating about this planet have only a finger's grip on sanity, if that.

English physicians kill you, the French let you die.

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

What is good is difficult, and what is difficult is rare.

A child is fed with milk and praise.

She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

The Angel Gabriel disappeared once for sixty years and they found him on earth hiding in the body of a man named Miles Davis.

Opinions is a species of property - I am always desirous of sharing.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!

I am, in plainer words, a bundle of prejudices - made up of likings and dislikings.