All men have need of the gods.
We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.