Quotes from Frank Herbert

You must think like a patch of sand. Hide beneath your cloak and become a little dune in your very essence.

cualquier cosa que podamos identificar como nuestro universo solo es una parte de fenómenos más amplios.

How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?

La educación viene de las ciudades, la sabiduría del desierto.»

Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things…." She held up four big-knuckled fingers. "…the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these are as nothing…." She closed her fingers into a fist. "…without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!" A

it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.

Halleck murmured: "'For they shall suck of the abundance of the seas and of the treasure hid in the sand.

There is no guilt or innocence in you. All of that is past. Guilt belabors the dead and I am not the Iron Hammer. You multitude of the dead are merely people who have done certain things, and the memory of those things illuminates my path.

Where pain predominates, agony can be a valued teacher. — Dosadi aphorism

Not addressing immediate needs is an offence to the young.

The thing the ecologically illiterate don't realize about an ecosystem,' Kynes said, 'is that it's a system. A system! A system maintains a certain fluid stability that can be destroyed by a misstep in just one niche.

Have you heard the latest word from Arrakis?" the Baron asked. "No, Uncle." Feyd-Rautha forced himself not to look back. He turned down the hall out of the servants' wing. "They've a new prophet or religious leader of some kind among the Fremen," the Baron said. "They call him Muad'Dib. Very funny, really. It means 'the Mouse.' I've told Rabban to let them have their religion. It'll keep them occupied.

people who live out there lives with a single fixed idea: Get them! It was a dangerous universe where such ideas were allowed to float around freely. Good civilizations took care that such ideas did not gain energy, did not even get a chance for birth. When they did occur, by chance or accident, they were to be diverted quickly because they tended to gather mass.

Fino ad oggi gli uomini e le loro opere sono stati un flagello per i pianeti. La natura reagisce ai flagelli: li elimina o li assorbe per incorporarli nel suo sistema.

Out here, we carry no paper for contracts. We make no evening promises to be broken at dawn. When a man says a thing, that's the contract.

The concept of progress act as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future.

A b?nui c? eÈ™ti muritor înseamn? a cunoaÈ™te începutul groazei. A afla cu certitudine c? eÈ™ti muritor, înseamn? a cunoaÈ™te sfârÈ™itul groazei.

Nu v? gr?biÈ›i s? v? dezv?luiÈ›i judec??ile. Concluziile ascunse sunt adesea mai eficiente. Ele pot s? inspire acÈ›iuni ale c?ror efecte nu vor fi resimÈ›ite decât prea târziu pentru a mai fi înl?turate.

how inevitable it was that the aristocrat would refuse his final duty—which was to step aside and vanish into history.

The human quest for this interdependent order and our niche within it represents a profound necessity. The quest can, however, be perverted into a conservative grip on sameness. This has always proved deadly for the entire system.

It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. Muad'Dib

I know a profound pattern which humans deny with their words even while their actions affirm it. They say they seek security and quiet, the condition they call peace. Even as they speak, they create the seeds of turmoil and violence. If they find their quiet security, they squirm in it.

I'll pay for my own mistake." "And your son will pay with you." "I'll shield him as well as I'm able." "Shield!" the old woman snapped. "You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he'll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny.

Memories rolled in his mind like the toothless muttering of old women. He remembered open waters and waves - days of grass instead of sand - dazed summers that had whipped past him like windstorms leaves. [...] I'm getting old, he thought. I've felt the cold hand of my mortality. And in what ? An old woman's greed.