when I had once learned of Epicurus the true way of gratifying my
stomach; for, believe me, philosopher Timocrates, our prime good
lies at the stomach.

In brief, these men draw out the dimensions of their pleasures like
a circle, about the stomach as a centre. And the truth is, it is
impossible for those men ever to participate of generous and
princely joy, such as enkindles a height of spirit in us and sends
forth to all mankind an unmade hilarity and calm serenity, that
have taken up a sort of life that is confined, unsocial, inhuman,
and uninspired towards the esteem of the world and the love of
mankind. For the soul of man is not an abject, little, and
ungenerous thing, nor doth it extend its desires (as polyps do
their claws) unto eatables only,--yea, these are in an instant of
time taken off by the least plenitude, but when its efforts towards
what is brave and generous and the honors and caresses that accrue
therefrom are now in their consummate vigor this life's duration
cannot limit them, but the desire of glory and the love of mankind
grasp at whole eternity, and wrestle with such actions and charms
as bring with them an ineffable pleasure, and such as good men,
though never so fain, cannot decline, they meeting and accosting
them on all sides and surrounding them about, while their being
beneficial to many occasions joy to themselves.

As he passes through the throngs in the city,
All gaze upon him as some deity.
("Odyssey," viii. 173.)

For he that can so affect and move other men as to fill them with
joy and rapture, and to make them long to touch him and salute