Character: Paul Atreides

- But a person needs to learn something new. In each of us, somewhere in the depths of our souls there is a grain that allows us to grow. Without experiencing changes, something in a person falls asleep and rarely wakes up. The sleeper must wake up.

- From now on you will be Paul Muad'dib.

But wisdom tempers love, and moderates it; and it gives a new form of hatred. How can we talk about violence, without knowing the full depth of cruelty and kindness.

But if mom heard the obscenities you sing here at the castle, your ears would be nailed to the gate for decoration.
Gerni pulled himself behind the left ear.
- Poor decoration! My poor ears have long spoiled by bad music, which derives from baliset one dull boy.

Then she asked me to explain what it means to manage. I said - to be able to command. And she says that here a big gap in my education.

- "Do not dare to create one car in the image and likeness of the human mind" - quoted Paul.
- Correctly. (...) But actually in the Orange Book must be said: "do not dare anybody to create a machine, SUBSTITUTING the human mind".

Would have to be a science of discontent. Because people need hard times, hardship and oppression to develop their mental strength.

Greatness is fleeting, it has no internal patterns. Partly it depends on the tendency of people to believe in myths. The person was able to experience what greatness must understand what exactly the myth he is obliged by. It should reflect the light that is directed at him. And he must have a sense of irony keeps him from believing in their own uniqueness.
Critical attitude to himself will not allow him to stay in his inner development. If a person can not look at myself from the outside, he can not afford to make even a short exaltation.

How often anger causes people to reject that inner voice!

Who lost the initiative, he lost the war.

Sometimes prejudices are strange roots, and even more strange fruits.

Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the small death that brings oblivion. I face my fear, I will let it pass through me. And when he comes through me, I turn around and look at the trail of fear. Where the fear has passed, there is nothing left.
Where the fear has passed, only I will remain.
(Fear is the mind killer. Fear is a small death, entailing the complete destruction. But I'll meet your fear and accept it. I'll let it pass over me and through me. And when he passes through me, I will turn my inner eye to its path; and where there was fear, there will be nothing - only I, myself.)