Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

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.

Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.