It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. . . . There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. . . . 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.
The Weight of Glory, C. S. Lewis, quoted in: