"Remember the croaking of the frogs of Egypt. He is a noble being. I tell you when they _are_ good they are the lords of the creation--they are the sons of God. Moulded in their Maker's image, the minutest spark of His spirit lifts them almost above mortality. Indisputably, a great, good, handsome man is the first of created things."
"Above us?"
"I would scorn to contend for empire with him--I would scorn it. Shall my left hand dispute for precedence with my right? Shall my heart quarrel with my pulse? Shall my veins be jealous of the blood which fills them?"

He is a noble being. I tell you when they are good they are the lords of the creation - they are the sons of God. Indisputably, a great, good, handsome man is the first of created things."
"Above us?"
"I would scorn to contend for empire with him. Shall my left hand dispute for precedence with my right? Shall my heart quarrel with my pulse?"
