He who controls the spice controls the universe.
My lungs taste the air of Time,Blown past falling sands.
We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans.
Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind.
You should never be in the company of anyone with whom you would not want to die.
The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of great peril.