You must teach me the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters.

Highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new.

Scientists seek the lawfulness of events. It is the task of Religion to fit man into this lawfulness.

Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Religion, too, is a weapon. What manner of weapon is religion when it becomes the government?

He who controls the spice controls the universe.

What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting.

The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen" -- which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.

Proper teaching is recognized with ease. You can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known.

For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn't thinking about survival.

I'd run you know. It's like when you're really busy doing something and you don't have time to think about things. Well, I'd run and run and run so I couldn't think.

Some claim that computers will, by 2050, achieve human capabilities. Of course, in some respects they already have.

I've read enough novels to know just how much time & energy it takes to fall in love and I just don't have the time

When it's time to let someone go, do it right. No surprises. No humiliation.

Don't take voice lessons. Do it your way.

We don't own the earth. We are the earth's caretakers...we take care of it and all the things on it. And when we're done with it, it should be left better than we found it.

Are you recycling? Are you!? You just killed a polar bear! YOU!

And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.