"Without them no man lives his full life."
"With them he becomes narrow, insular, and what your poet calls 'cribbed, cabined, and confined.'"
"They are the necessary limitations of our humanity."
"Does not that depend on the purpose for which a man lives, signore? Besides, there are things which happen to some men which say to them, 'Messieurs, you are without country, without father, mother, friends, and responsibilities, and therefore without prejudices; live your lives in your own way.'"
"That is impossible, Signor Ricordo."
"And why?"
"A man is always responsible to the humanity of which he forms a part, he is responsible to the God who made him."
"Always to the latter, not always to the former."
"You believe in God, then?"
The stranger was silent a moment. An expression shot across his face which suggested pain.