Emily: "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute?"
Stage manager: "No. The saints and poets, maybe – they do some."
From "Our Town" by Thornton Wilder
The mind cannot conceive a way,
Neither can comparisons portray.
But if I thought it possible a little to succeed
I would write a thousand foolish things
That one might seed and stay.
St. Theresa : paraphrased from "The Interior Castle"
Peter, on the mountain,
Was moved in his simplicity
To raise up tabernacles to the sight.
We all would seek a way to stay delight.