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Any of them, in rags, sheared and shackled, beaten and half-starved, was greater than I. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #493)

Ho-Hak had been bred a slave, a degraded and distorted exotic, and had served even in the darkness of the stinking rowing holds of the cargo vessels of Port Kar, and yet, before me, he had shown himself a dozen times more man than me. I hated him, and rencers. I looked at the slaves chained at the benches. Any of them, in rags, sheared and shackled, beaten and half-starved, was greater than I. I was no longer worthy of the love of two women I had known, Talena, who had once foolishly consented to be the Free Companion of one now proved to be ignoble and coward, and Vella, Elizabeth Cardwell, once of Earth, who had mistakenly granted her love to one worthy rather only of her contempt and scorn. And, too, I was no longer worthy of the respect of my father, Matthew Cabot, Administrator of Ko-ro-ba, and of my teacher at arms, the Older Tarl, nor of he who had been my small friend, Torm, the Scribe. I could never again face those I had known, Kron of Tharna, Andreas of Tor, Kamchak of the Tuchuks, Relius and Ho-Sorl of Ar, none of them. - (Raiders of Gor)