"Another Festival so soon?" the Lord Leto asked. "It has been ten years," the majordomo said. Do you think by this exchange that the Lord Leto betrays an ignorance of time's passage?
Your Lord knows very well what is in your heart. Your soul suffices this day as a reckoner against you. I need no witnesses. You do not listen to your soul, but listen instead to your anger and your rage.
Over here sand blows; over there sand blows. Over there a rich man waits; over here I wait.
"Make no heroes," my father said.
The problem of leadership is inevitably: Who will play God?