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.

For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.

Wisdom cometh by suffering.

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

Do not kick against the pricks.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.