We meet no ordinary people in our lives.

We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St. Augustine says somewhere, 'God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full - there's nowhere for Him to put it.'

Those who are enjoying something, or suffering something, together, are companions. Those who enjoy or suffer one another, are not.

The first demand any work of art makes upon us is to surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way.

Reasoning is never, like poetry, judged from the outside at all.

And there we all were, as invisible as you could wish to see.

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.