Evelyn Underhill (1875-1941):
Look with the eye of contemplation on the most dissipated tabby of the streets, and you shall discern the celestial quality of life set like an aureole about his tattered ears, and hear in his strident mew an echo of
"The deep enthusiastic joy,
The rapture of the hallelujah sent
From all that breathes and is."
The sooty tree up which he scrambles to escape your earnest gaze is holy too. It contains for you the whole divine cycle of the seasons; upon the plane of quiet, its inward pulse is clearly to be heard. But you must look at these things as you would look into the eyes of a friend: ardently, selflessly, without considering his reputation, his practical uses, his anatomical peculiarities, or the vices which might emerge were he subjected to psycho-analysis.
Practical Mysticism (1914), p. 47.
Below: Donald Trump (the cat). Photo: Stephen Burns.