Suffering Brings Experience.

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.