“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] To be a child of God was to trust in your own worth. [...]

[...] As I have said, animals have an inbuilt sense of their own worth in that regard. [...]

[...] I did so because I knew from its very beginning (in late 1963) that this process of discovery with Seth was more than worth it. [...]

We’ve never learned to add
For all our numbers’ worth.
Division and subtraction
Will total up to death.

[...] There are no tendencies now worth speaking of, but the discouragement could in certain circumstances turn into an unhealthy despondency, and his intuitional urge to counteract it by seeking out people is a sound one.

[...] You say instead to yourself “It is too difficult,” or “It is no longer fun,” or “It is not worth it.”

They would be well worth the while, however. [...]

[...] If you have anything worth losing, you are then automatically convinced that someone else will take it from you, or try their hardest to do so. [...]

Such a remark may appear so simple that it is not worth saying, but it is extremely important that it be understood. [...]

[...] It’s worth keeping visible for reference.)

[...] So be even playful with your ideas and what you believe, for no idea is worth killing for in your terms. [...]

[...] I picked up something about that, too: The real question, for example, isn’t one of planetary pollution, or nuclear wastes, but the beliefs that make such questions even arise, and the attitudes that see an idealized good worth such risks. [...]

At the same time, the paranoid person can use his creative abilities in fantasies that seemingly boggle the minds of the sane — and those creative abilities have a meaning, for the fantasies, again, serve to reassure the paranoid of his worth. [...]

[...] It’s worth checking.)

[...] The fine and terrible weapon of the intellect should, indeed, terrify even the gods, for there it sits atop of your heads so sure of its function and its worth and its permanence, and its knowledge and it judges everything according to those rules which it has itself established. [...]

He is particularly susceptible along the lines of his work because he felt from childhood that his ability was the only thing that made him lovable at all in his mother’s eyes, and that his entire worth as a human being was dependent upon how he made out as a writer.

[...] It gave him a professional respectability, a feeling of worth and merit. [...]

“It has all been worth it.” [...]

[...] The results will be well worth it.

Now again let me tell you, though the hour be late(quite loudly) and though Ruburt thinks that such demonstrations as these are hardly worth the effort (quite softly) and childish endeavors at best, I still want you to know, as I always want you to know, that my vitality is your own and that the energy that swings through this small frame is but an echo of the energy that swings through your own personality.