Of course they'd leave you for the next fellow that came along with a key to the book of Revelations, or a new diet or something, but you'd keep them a while." Aunt Bell paused, enthusiastic, but somewhat out of breath.
"I'll quit, Aunt Bell--that's enough--" "Mr.Spencer is an example for you.

Contrast his hold on the masses with Mrs.Eddy's, who appeals to the imagination.

I'm told by those who have read his works that he had quite the knack of logic, and yet the President of Princeton Theological Seminary preaches a sermon in which he calls him 'the greatest failure of the age.' I read it in this morning's paper.

His text was, 'Ye believe in God, believe also in me.' You see, there was an appeal to the imagination--the most audacious appeal that the world has ever known--and the crowd will be with this clergyman who uses it to refute the arguments of a man who worked hard through forty years of ill-health to get at the mere dry common-sense of things.

If Jesus had descended to logic, he'd never have made a convert.
But he appealed magnificently to the imagination, and see the result!" His mind had been dwelling on Allan's trouble, but now he came back to his gracious adviser.
"You do me good, Aunt Bell--you've taken all that message nonsense out of me.