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Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
From Philipians 4
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations - 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 splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn: We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat - the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself is truly hidden.
C.S. Lewis (from "'The Weight of Glory" - The Weight of Glory)
May the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
[From Psalm 19.]
Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
[from Psalm 90]
Sometimes we forget ... I forget, that it is only in God that I can put my trust and find my refuge. That everything else passes away and everything is inconsequential if I don't put God at the center of it all and as the foundation of anything I try to build.
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
[From the hymn "Be Thou my Vision" - Dallan Forgaill (translated from the Irish by Mary E. Byrne, Versified by Eleanor H. Hull)]