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A Man May Lack Everything But Tact And Conviction And Still Be A Forcible Speaker; But Without These Nothing Will Avail... Fluency, Grace, Logical Order, And The Like, Are Merely The Decorative Surface Of Oratory.

It Is Surely A Matter Of Common Observation That A Man Who Knows No One Thing Intimately Has No Views Worth Hearing On Things In General. The Farmer Philosophizes In Terms Of Crops, Soils, Markets, And Implements, The Mechanic Generalizes His Experiences Of Wood And Iron, The Seaman Reaches Similar Conclusions By His Own Special Road; And If The Scholar Keeps Pace With These It Must Be By An Equally Virile Productivity.

If The Man Succeeds In Becoming Indifferent To The Opinions Of His Neighbors He Runs Into Another Danger, That Of A Distorted And Extravagant Self Of The Pride Sort, Since By The Very Process Of Gaining Independence And Immunity From The Stings Of Depreciation And Misunderstanding, He Has Perhaps Lost That Wholesome Deference To Some Social Tribunal That A Man Cannot Dispense With And Remain Quite Sane.

To Have No Heroes Is To Have No Aspiration, To Live On The Momentum Of The Past, To Be Thrown Back Upon Routine, Sensuality, And The Narrow Self.

A Person Of Definite Character And Purpose Who Comprehends Our Way Of Thought Is Sure To Exert Power Over Us. He Cannot Altogether Be Resisted; Because, If He Understands Us, He Can Make Us Understand Him, Through The Word, The Look, Or Other Symbol.