“Stefan spat. "Oh, aye, he fell. O' course, Master Ralon helped him fall, several times. Poor li'l tyke didn't have a chance.”

“I fell in love with you first time I looked into
Them there eyes.
You've got a certain li'l cute way of flirtin' with
Them there eyes.”

“Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.”

“Your chances of getting support in the black community are poor at best. You have a master-servant philosophy with regard to blacks.”

“Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master… and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.”

“She learned to love him before he thought it was even possible, so he didn't have a chance to hide & mess it up & while it was a little scary at times, mainly he could not even imagine the world without her there.”

“Why feel I so for him, whether he master his toils, or whether he fall?”
Quid me autem sic ille movet, superetne labores an cadat?

“He made him a hut, wherein he did put
The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
O poor Robinson Crusoe!”

“Particularly notice, that the help never comes too late. We may be poor, yea, very poor; yet the help comes at the right time. We may have to wait upon the Lord, yea, even a long time; but at last He helps. It may seem as if the Lord had forgotten us, by allowing us to be poor, and very poor, and that week after week; but at last He helps abundantly, and shows that only for the trial of our faith, both for our own benefit and the benefit of those who might hear of His dealings with us, has He allowed us to call so long upon Him.”

“Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall!”