No Man Looks With Love

Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

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.