To Suspect your Own Mortality is to Know the Beginning of Terror; To Learn Irrefutably that you are mortal is to Know the End of Terror.
This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs - what had...
Think on it, Chani: the princess will have the name, yet she'll live as less than a concubine - never to know a moment of tenderness from the man to whom she's bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the...
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. Paul
The waters which we spread upon the desert have become blood. Blood upon our land! Behold our desert which could rejoice and blossom; it has lured the stranger and seduced him in our midst. They come...
The surest way to keep a secret is to make someone think they already know the answer.
The problem of leadership is inevitably: Who will play God?Muad'Dib
The difference between a good administrator and a bad one is about five heartbeats. Good administrators make immediate choices.
The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.
The Duke said: Paul, I’m doing a hateful thing, but I must. He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing’s sensor arms hung...
Survival is staying alive one breath at a time. p. 251
Small souls who seek power over others first destroy the faith those others might have in themselves.
Seeing all the chattering faces, Paul was suddenly repelled by them. They were cheap masks locked on festering thoughts—voices gabbling to drown out the loud silence in every breast.
Scratch a conservative and you find someone who prefers the past over any future. Scratch a liberal and find a closet aristocrat. It’s true! Liberal governments always develop into aristocracies. The...
Proper teaching is recognized with ease. You can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known.
People want order, this kind or some other. They sit in the prison of their hungers and see that war has become the sport of the rich. That's a dangerous form of sophistication. It's disorderly.
Myths are not fiction, but history seen with a poet's eyes and recounted in a poet's terms.
Life is not an option, it is a gift. Death is the option.
I'm the well-trained fruit tree. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me
I come only to ask a simple question. Is Muad'Dib's death to be followed by the moral suicide of all men? Is that the inevitable aftermath of a Messiah?