you see, there are things....

Suppose that every male scion of your family, from generation to generation, for many hundred years, had been a smith, and now a boy should grow up, who said: I--I despise your trade ?'" "If Ulrich should say: 'I-I wish to be an artist;' it would be agreeable to me." "Even if smiths were persecuted like us Jews, and he ran from your guild to another out of fear ?" "No--that would be base, and can scarcely be compared with your case; for see--you are acquainted with everything, even what is called Christianity; nay, the Saviour is dear to you; you have already told me so.

Well then! Suppose you were a foundling and were shown our faith and yours, and asked for which you would decide, which would you choose ?" "We pray for life and peace, and where peace exists, love cannot be lacking, and yet! Perhaps I might decide for yours." "There you have it." "No, no! We have not done with this question so speedily.

See, I do not grudge you your faith, nor do I wish to disturb it.

The child must believe, that all its parents do and require of him is right, but the stranger sees with different, keener eyes, than the son and daughter.
You occupy a filial relation towards your Church--I do not.