Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Marble Faun/Volume 2 — On the Battlements
(1860)
“ A monk I judge from their sensual physiognomies, which meet me at every turn--is inevitably a beast! Their souls, if they have any to begin with, perish out of them, before their sluggish, swinish existence is half done. Better, a million times, to stand star-gazing on these airy battlements, than to smother your new germ of a higher life in a monkish cell!""You make me tremble," said Donatello, "by your bold aspersion of men who have devoted themselves to God's service!""They serve neither God nor man, and themselves least of all, though their motives be utterly selfish," replied Kenyon. ”
