The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came

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

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.