Date: February, 1821

"Standard productions of this kind are links in the chain of our conscious being. They bind together the different scattered divisions of our personal identity."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: February, 1821

"The reliance on solid worth which it inculcates, the preference of sober truth to gaudy tinsel, hangs like a mill-stone round the neck of the imagination—-'a load to sink a navy'--impedes our progress, and blocks up every prospect in life."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: February, 1821

"This is the only true ideal--the heavenly tints of Fancy reflected in the bubbles that float upon the spring-tide of human life."

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: February, 1821

"I said to myself, 'This is true eloquence: this is a man pouring out his mind on paper.'"

— Hazlitt, William (1778-1830)

Date: 1823

"His mind was in its original state of white paper."

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"This was the thought--the sentiment--the bright solitary star of your lives,--ye mild and happy pair--which cheered you in the night of intellect, and in the obscurity of your station!"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"Not that I affect ignorance- but my head has not many mansions, nor spacious; and I have been obliged to fill it with such cabinet curiosities as it can hold without aching"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"Not that I affect ignorance--but my head has not many mansions, nor spacious; and I have been obliged to fill it with such cabinet curiosities as it can hold without aching"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"But at the desk Tipp was quite another sort of creature. Thence all ideas, that were purely ornamental, were banished"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

Date: 1823

"His pen was not less erring than his heart"

— Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)