The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

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.

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.