Many have paid lip service to philosophy, but these men served it with their whole heart. He tastes nothing who has not tasted for himself.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

[Nature said] The sea shall disjoin the people [of England] from others, and knit them to a fierce nationality. It shall give them markets on every side. Long time I will keep them on their feet, by poverty, border-wars . . . seafaring . . .

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

[The imagination] . . . inspires an audacious mental habit. We are as elastic as the gas of gunpowder, and . . . a word dropped in conversation, sets free our fancy, and instantly our heads are bathed with galaxies, and our feet tread the floor of the Pit.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

. . . if [writing] lift you from your feet with the great voice of eloquence, then the effect is to be wide, slow, permanent, over the minds of men; . . .