What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it? - Frank Herbert

His thoughts were too vague to be described, but they comprehended mysterious elements.

"It's a beautiful morning, Sire," the guard said

"Yes, it is."

The Duke nodded, thinking: Perhaps this planet could grow on one. Perhaps it could ba a good home for my son.

Then he saw the human figures moving into the flower fields, sweeping with them strange scythe-like devices — dew gatherers. Water so precious here that even the dew must be collected.

And it could be a hideous place, the Duke thought.

if I'd been born in my grandfather's time, I'd have made my grandfather's mistakes. There's no doubt of it. I just don't want to make my grandfather's mistakes today.