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To be kind is worth a great deal to other people.

Yahweh, you have searched me, and you know me.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

Nevertheless, I am continually with you. You have held my right hand.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

But it is good for me to come close to God. I have made the Lord Yahweh my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.

Such is man, and so must he be understood by those who would lead him, even to his own best interests.

Every evening he should examine his heart as to what he has done to see whether he has gained or lost in his spiritual capital.

Somehow in judging polar life you must discount compulsory endurance; and find out what a man can shirk, remembering always that it is a sledging life which is the hardest test.

What pulled Scott through was character, sheer good grain, which ran over and under and through his weaker self and clamped it together.

But Yahweh said to Samuel, “Don’t look on his face, or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for I don’t see as man sees. For man looks at the outward appearance, but Yahweh looks at the heart.”

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

The heart has its reasons, which reason knows not, as we feel in a thousand instances.

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

Independently of the rigours of attendance, I have ever been haunted with a sense (perhaps a mere caprice) of incapacity for business.

You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.

Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!

I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me—for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

You will fail at some point in your life. Accept it. You will lose. You will embarrass yourself. You will suck at something. There is no doubt about it.

If you love me you will; and if you do not, I shall never love myself.

Does it seem to you so small and worthless a thing to be good and happy?

Most of us are afraid of mortification of the body, and would contrive all means to avoid such a thing, but we care not about the soul’s mortification.