The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?