Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A

God Loves To Help Him Who Strives To Help Himself.

Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One Can Fight And Win.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.