Oh, cynical monger of indulgences! ’Twould take a man of the cloth to work a scheme like that! - Roger Zelazny

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

"And your oath? To right wrongs, to punish the wicked…?"
"The longer I lived the more difficult it became to determine what was a wrong and who was wicked. Make it clear to me again and I may go back into business."

Then every man would be as a god, you see. The result of this, of course, would be that there would no longer be any gods, only men. We would give them knowledge of the sciences and the arts, which we possess, and in so doing we would destroy their simple faith and remove all basis for their hoping that things will be better — for the best way to destroy faith or hope is to let it be realized.