“Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, ‘I am not the kind of person I want to be.’ It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.”

Frank Herbert

“Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.”

Frank Herbert

“TO THE LADY JESSICA- May this place give you as much pleasure as it has given me. Please permit the room to convey a lesson we learned from the same teachers: the proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulgence. On that path lies danger.  My kindest wishes, MARGOT LADY FENRING”

Frank Herbert

“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows—a wall against the wind. This is the willow’s purpose.”

Frank Herbert

“Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

Frank Herbert

“Fortune passes everywhere.”

Frank Herbert

“What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?”

Frank Herbert

“Science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained.”

Frank Herbert

“I should like friendship with you ... and trust. I should like that respect for each other which grows in the breast without demand for the huddlings of sex.”

Frank Herbert

“And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life—we went soft, we lost our edge.”

Frank Herbert

“You have a nicety of awareness of the difference between a blade's edge and its tip.”

Frank Herbert

“She didn’t like the fact that people of both sietch and graben referred to Muad’Dib as Him.”

Frank Herbert

“Respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.”

Frank Herbert

“When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong - faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it's too late.”

Frank Herbert

“To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.”

Frank Herbert


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