"The things touched by that are not vulgar; the things touched by that--" King Auberon made a gesture of horror.
"You will shed blood for that!" he cried.

"For a cursed point of view--" "Oh, you kings, you kings!" cried out Adam, in a burst of scorn.

"How humane you are, how tender, how considerate! You will make war for a frontier, or the imports of a foreign harbour; you will shed blood for the precise duty on lace, or the salute to an admiral.

But for the things that make life itself worthy or miserable--how humane you are! I say here, and I know well what I speak of, there were never any necessary wars but the religious wars.

There were never any just wars but the religious wars.