The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.

That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.