Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

It is not right to exult over slain men.

Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!