I think you must believe most of what you claim for yourself, if not all.
If you had made your story up for the love of power you wouldn't always be wanting the people to get a better education; you would, as they say of the Roman Catholic priests, want to keep the people ignorant." "Go on," he said.

She found that he was looking at her with intense sadness, but there was not a shadow of evasion in the eager look that met her steadily.
She went on, looking gravely into his face.

"I do not believe that your story was false, Mr.Smith, but it seems to me that you must suspect now that your visions and the gold plates were hallucination, not reality." She paused, eager question in tone and look, but the question was of the head, not of the heart.
He knew that; he knew that it did not matter greatly to this thoughtful and beautiful woman whether he had sunk to the deepest degradation or not.

Suddenly he answered her, but not as one who stood at her judgment bar.
"Where is your heart?
Didn't you see how that man Angel--angel of purity if ever one walked in human form--kissed every day the ground you walked upon?
And you did not love him.

The child--you thought you cared for the child: I tell you if I had had a child like that, with eyes like the stars and a little mind so untainted, I had laid myself down on his grave and died there.