Book: Amos Barton
Quotes of Book: Amos Barton
We are poorplants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit: alas for us, ifwe get a few pinches that empty us of that windy self-subsistence! Thevery capacity for good would go out of us. For, tell the most impassionedorator, suddenly, that his wig is awry, or his shirt-lap hanging out, andthat he is tickling people by the oddity of his person, instead ofthrilling them by the energy of his periods, and you would infallibly dryup the spring of his eloquence. That is a deep and wide saying, that nomiracle can be wrought without faith--without the worker's faith inhimself, as well as the recipient's faith in him. And the greater part ofthe worker's faith in himself is made up of the faith that others believein him.m book-quote
