He knew you can't make saints in a day.
Why, child, I've seen the beginning of the world, and I've seen the end of it.

I've seen the beginning in a crystal glass, and I've seen the end in a pool of ink in a slave's hand.

I've seen mankind begin lower nor the gibbering ape, and I've seen them end the shining sons of God.
Millions on millions on millions of years, multiplied unto dizziness, crawling, infinitesimal work overcoming nature, overcoming themselves, overcoming the princes of the powers of darkness, one of whom I am.
But this is too deep for you, Marco Polo.
"Now you can go on your way without hindrance from me, Marco Polo, because of the memory of an old time, when the courting of a woman was more to me than the killing of a man, when beauty meant more nor power.
"Let you be on your way, Marco Polo, while I sit here a lonely old man, with wee, soft ghosts whispering to him.

Let you be hastening on your way before I remember I am a prince of the powers of darkness and should do you harm...".