The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

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

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.