Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser

If A Man Suffers Ill, Let It Be Without Shame; For This Is The Only Profit When We Are Dead. You Will Never Say A Good Word About Deeds That Are Evil And Disgraceful.

For A Single Path Leads To The House Of Hades.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

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.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.