Plato has told you a truth; but Plato is dead.

Shakespeare has startled you with an image; but Shakespeare will not startle you with any more.

But imagine what it would be to live with such men still living, to know that Plato might break out with an original lecture to-morrow, or that at any moment Shakespeare might shatter everything with a single song.

The man who lives in contact with what he believes to be a living Church is a man always expecting to meet Plato and Shakespeare to-morrow at breakfast.

He is always expecting to see some truth that he has never seen before.