Many Men Who Transgress Justice, Honor Appearance

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.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.