Thank You For Nothing.

Every Man Is The Son Of His Own Works.

If You Are Ambitious Of Climbing Up To The Difficult, And In A Manner Inaccessible, Summit Of The Temple Of Fame, Your Surest Way Is To Leave On One Hand The Narrow Path Of Poetry, And Follow The Narrower Track Of Knight-errantry, Which In A Trice May Raise You To An Imperial Throne.

In Order To Attain The Impossible, One Must Attempt The Absurd.

And For The Citation Of So Many Authors, 'tis The Easiest Thing In Nature. Find Out One Of These Books With An Alphabetical Index, And Without Any Farther Ceremony, Remove It Verbatim Into Your Own... There Are Fools Enough To Be Thus Drawn Into An Opinion Of The Work; At Least, Such A Flourishing Train Of Attendants Will Give Your Book A Fashionable Air, And Recommend It For Sale.

The Eyes Those Silent Tongues Of Love.