He only said it was the human race, and what the human race did was of no consequence.

And he said he had seen it made; and it was not made of clay; it was made of mud--part of it was, anyway.
I knew what he meant by that--the Moral Sense.

He saw the thought in my head, and it tickled him and made him laugh.

Then he called a bullock out of a pasture and petted it and talked with it, and said: "There--he wouldn't drive children mad with hunger and fright and loneliness, and then burn them for confessing to things invented for them which had never happened.

And neither would he break the hearts of innocent, poor old women and make them afraid to trust themselves among their own race; and he would not insult them in their death-agony.