Thomas Richardson: The promise of the Divine is but an illusion. Nothing in this world is pure... except for Jennifer, my sister.
Prophet Malcolm: [fervently to his congregation] Where is the land which has no call for wars? Hmm? Arms? Money? Nor taxes? Well, that land is here. No tax-gatherer's bill shall ever threaten our church door! We, I tell thee, we... we are free men.
Elaine: [in her letter] My dearest father... I pray that you have not been consumed with worry in the time that has passed since I was taken. I write to you in the hope that you will put an end to my suffering on this wretched island. My captors inform me that if I am to survive, you must travel here alone with the means to purchase my freedom. That should a man of lawbe sent in your stead, it would seal my fate. Father, I grow weary.
Charles: [now reading it out loud] I fear our Lord no longer hears my prayer. Yet still, I pray for your presence... for my savior. Please bring me home. Your beloved daughter...