Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.
Frank HerbertI have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.
Frank HerbertWhen religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong - faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it's to late.
Frank Herbert