I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.