A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide

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

The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.