Twain on Humanity

One last entry in the recent outbreak of science-faith posts, which I'll move away from for at least the next couple of days. This is from Mark Twain, cited as "autobiographical dictation, June 25, 1906," and printed in Hudson Review in 1963:

As to the human race. There are many pretty and winning things about the human race. It is perhaps the poorest of all the inventions of all the gods but it has never suspected it once. There is nothing prettier than its naive and complacent appreciation of itself. It comes out frankly and proclaims without bashfulness or any sign of a blush that it is the noblest work of God. It has had a billion opportunities to know better, but all signs fail with this ass. I could say harsh things about it but I cannot bring myself to do it--it is like hitting a child.