The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

Death Submits To No One.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.