Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

There Is Nothing So Absurd Or Ridiculous That Has Not At Some Time Been Said By Some Philosopher. Fontenelle Says He Would Undertake To Persuade The Whole Public Of Readers To Believe That The Sun Was Neither The Cause Of Light Or Heat, If He Could Only Get Six Philosophers On His Side.

[t]here Are Depths Of Thousands Of Miles Which Are Hidden From Our Inquiry. The Only Tidings We Have From Those Unfathomable Regions Are By Means Of Volcanoes, Those Burning Mountains That Seem To Discharge Their Materials From The Lowest Abysses Of The Earth.

In Arguing One Should Meet Serious Pleading With Humor, And Humor With Serious Pleading.

To A Philosopher No Circumstance, However Trifling, Is Too Minute.