Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

One Rogue Leads Another.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

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

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.