“A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful.”

Frank Herbert

“he fought the temptation to choose a clear, safe course, warning “That path leads ever down into stagnation.”

Frank Herbert

“One must always keep the tools of statecraft sharp and ready. Power and fear – sharp and ready.”

Frank Herbert

“Paul sat silently in the darkness, a single stark thought dominating his awareness: My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.”

Frank Herbert

Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finite space of a planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive.   —Pardot”

Frank Herbert

“How many times must I tell that lad never to settle himself with his back to a door?”

Frank Herbert

“A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.”

Frank Herbert

“When strangers meet, great allowances should be made for differences in custom and training.”

Frank Herbert

“Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free.”

Frank Herbert

“Em tempos, os homens entregavam o pensamento às máquinas, na esperança de que isso os libertasse. Mas só permitiu que outros homens com máquinas os escravizassem”

Frank Herbert

“You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach.”

Frank Herbert

“I have been a stranger in a strange land, Halleck quoted. Paul stared at him, recognizing the quotation from the O.C. Bible, wondering: Does Gurney, too, wish an end to devious plots?”

Frank Herbert

“Who asks for justice? We make our own justice.”

Frank Herbert

“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.”

Frank Herbert

“Jessica, hearing the voices, felt the depth of the experience, realized what terrible inhibitions there must be against shedding tears. She focused on the words: “He gives moisture to the dead.” It was a gift to the shadow world—tears. They would be sacred beyond a doubt.”

Frank Herbert


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