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"Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'."
"Rumours voiced by women come to nothing."
"The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood."
"May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night."
"And now it goes as it goes and where it ends is Fate. And neither by singeing flesh nor tipping cups of wine nor shedding burning tears can you enchant away the rigid Fury."
"For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke."
"Ares gives his verdict without witnesses."
"Nor does night conceal men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost, think that some God beholds it."
"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."
"His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be."
"A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by sitting on his hearth at home doth he the more escape his appointed doom."
"What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?"
"If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance."
"Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him."
"No bribes. Nothing that passes under the roof of a temple Or under the roof of the mouth, can appease heaven's anger Or deflect its aim."
"The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout."
"Time waxing old can many a lesson teach."
"The field of doom bears death as its harvest."
"O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse."
"A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house."