We should get our rhetoric as we get our oxygen--unconsciously--by reading the masters.
Rhetoric is a steed for a light load under the saddle but he's too warm blooded for the harness.

He was for the day of the plumed knight--not for these times.

No man of sense would use a prancing horse on a plow or a stone boat.

A good plow horse is a beautiful thing.

The play of his muscles, the power of his stride are poetry to me but when he tries to put on style he is ridiculous.