What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
After the event, even a fool is wise.
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.