Grief Is The Price Of Victory.

He Who Controls The Spice Controls The Universe.

It Was Mostly Sweet," He Whispered, "and You Were The Sweetest Of All.

There Should Be A Science Of Discontent. People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

Empires Do Not Suffer Emptiness Of Purpose At The Time Of Their Creation. It Is When They Have Become Established That Aims Are Lost And Replaced By Vague Ritual.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.