Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am

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

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.