Jerusalem citizen: What chance has a Jew against a Roman?
Centurion: Save your excuses. It is the way of your race to walk backwards!
Ben-Hur: It is good to have you back, Messala - - a Roman who understands my people...
Messala: Rome rules the peoples she has conquered. It is for them to understand Rome!
Messala: I meant no offense, Judah. But your stiff-necked race must learn submission to your masters!
Ben-Hur: In outward seeming you are the same. But in spirit - - you are a stranger.
Messala: To be a Roman is to rule the world! To be a Jew is to crawl in the dirt!
Ben-Hur: Oh, Lord, in the hour of thy vengeance - - mine be the hand to put it on him!
Arrius: A galley slave wanting to live! How long have you been at the oars?
Ben-Hur: In your calendar, three years - - in mine, three centuries!
Arrius: What has kept you alive?
Ben-Hur: I live for revenge!
Arrius: Spoken like a Roman!
Ben-Hur: I am a Jew!
Pool of Siloam Woman: His sword is truth and his shield is love.
Sheik Ilderim: The great race is on tomorrow and I am without a driver. You must drive my Arabs for me!
Ben-Hur: I will drive your chariot! Not as Arrius the Roman, racing for glory - but as the unknown, driving for revenge!
Sheik Ilderim: Come, then, for time does not loiter and we have much to do!
Esther: Why are your so certain, my father, that he is not Ben-Hur?
Simonides: Nay, child, I had never a doubt. He is Ben-Hur! Esther, all these years I have lived a lie. I am a slave to the House of Hur! For myself I care not, but if I acknowledge him, you too are his slave! Yours the decision, Esther. I cannot make it. Heiress to Simonides the Merchant or slave-girl to Ben Hur!
Messala: Egypt! Egypt! I would drown my soul in your eyes! Give me proof of your love!
Iras: My heart is in the hollow of your hand, Messala. What more do you wish?
Messala: You, flower of the Nile, will succeed where others have failed - - solve the mystery of Ilderim's driver.
Sheik Ilderim: By the three-horned goat of Ranor, you are welcome!
Iras: Flashing eyes and milk-white bodies! Beauty to be tamed! Does it not thrill you?
Iras: Curiosity consumes me! Why do you race as the Unknown Jew?
Iras: If you are as slow in the race tomorrow as you are in love today, Messala may drive snails and win!
Messala: Scum of the galleys! I will grind you in the dust before all Antioch!
Messala: I will ride you down - - wrench off your wheels - trample you into the sand! You shall race - to your death!
Charioteer: You're fouling me, Roman dog!
Messala: Yes, and I'll wreck you, Greek, to smash the cursed Jew behind you!
Jesus Christ: A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another.
Jesus Christ: Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.