How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

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

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!