Every race gets the religion it deserves, and only as policemen, pugilists, and priests have they succeeded, here and there a successful lawyer, but nothing more serious.

The king nodded. “What are the priests doing about this?” he said.

“I saw them throwing one another in the river, sir.”

The king nodded again. “That sounds about right,” he said. “They’ve come to their senses at last.

(Priests) cheapjack merchants selling paradise

After all, there is but one race: humanity

First the priests arrive. Then the conquistadores.

I do not believe in a universal religion any more than I believe in a universal language. My feeling is that people have to make their own religion as they have to make their arts and their parishes, and that they must find their own salvation; the salvation mongers are of not much avail.