We seem so trivial, so foolish, so childish, that we hardly dare sometimes to believe that we are truly God.

It seems impossible for us in our modern life, with all the follies in which we spend ourselves, with all the childish ambitions and terrors with which we amuse or frighten ourselves.

This little modern life seems so petty and so vulgar that we scarcely dare to believe ourselves divine.

We speak of the old heroic days, and think that if we had lived then, we too should have been heroic, as the heroes and martyrs and saints of earlier times.

But in truth humanity is just as divine to-day, as it ever was in the past.