To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness. — Charles Lamb
An album is a garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow. — Charles Lamb
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people. — Charles Lamb
Here cometh april again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb
I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father’s religion, if they can find out what it is. — Charles Lamb
