There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors…next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.

from The Weight of Glory