Most Believe That A Satisfactory Future Requires

Anything Less Than Abject Submission Has To Have Some Attack In It.

He Who Controls The Spice Controls The Universe.

Often I Must Speak Otherwise Than I Think. This Is Called Diplomacy.

A Voice Hissed: "he Sheds Tears!" It Was Taken Around The Ring "usal Gives Moisture To The Dead!" He Felt Fingers Touch His Damp Cheek, Heard The Awed Whispers.

The Convoluted Wording Of Legalisms Grew Up Around The Necessity To Hide From Ourselves The Violence We Intend Toward Each Other. Between Depriving A Man Of One Hour From His Life And Depriving Him Of His Life There Exists Only A Difference Of Degree. You Have Done Violence To Him, Consumed His Energy.