What pitiful creatures were human beings

Just another little piece of Elizabeth Goudge's Towers in the Mist that I like (perhaps more poignant in its context, but I am going to post it here all the same):

What pitiful creatures were human beings, able to speak only so falteringly of what they knew, separated even from those they loved best by ignorances and insincerities and reserves so innumerable that there seemed no sweeping them away. Only the earth, with its winds and waters and its fields sown with a thousand flowers could tell aright of the mystery of which it was the garment … But our ears are too dull to hear.