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“The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise, and which the other kind of eye couldn't detect.”
― Mark Twain, Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc

“Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

“The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die, but how to live....”
― Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey