If man cannot, what god dare claim perfection?
What is man that his welfare be considered? An ape who chatters of kinship with the archangels while he very filthily digs for groundnuts. And yet I perceive that this same man is a maimed God. He is condemned under penalty to measure eternity with an hourglass and infinity with a yardstick and what is more, he very nearly does it.
Humanity is the sin of God.
I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.
God was satisfied with his own work, and that is fatal.
Human beings seem to be a poor invention. If they are the noblest works of God where is the ignoblest?
I fear that we are such gods or demigods only as fauns and satyrs, the divine allied to beasts, the creatures of appetite, and that, to some extent, our very life is our disgrace.
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.
