“Anita,” he asked, “are there really werewolves?” “Yes,” she told him. “Your werewolves are down there.” And that was right, he thought. The darkness… - Clifford D. Simak

You do not belong to any bona fide religion that prohibits killing?"
"I presume I could classify myself as a Christian," said Sutton. "I believe there is a Commandment about killing." The robot shook his head. "It doesn't count."
"It is clear and specific," Sutton argued. "It says, 'Thou shalt not kill.'"
"It is all of that," the robot told him. "But it has been discredited. You humans discredited it yourselves. You never obeyed it. You either obey a law or you forfeit it. You can't forget it with one breath and invoke it with the next.

He had acted on an impulse, with no thought at all. The girl had asked protection and here she had protection, here nothing in the world ever could get at her. But she was a human being and no human being, other than himself, should have ever crossed the threshold. But it was done and there was no way to change it. Once across the threshold, there was no way to change it.

It was authority that turned men suspicious and stern-faced. Authority and responsibility which made them not themselves, but a sort of corporate body that tried to think as a corporate body rather than as a person.