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.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.

He hears but half who hears one party only.

If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.