Small souls who seek power over others first destroy the faith those others might have in themselves. - Frank Herbert

This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs - what had it come to at last? When the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else.

We tend to become like the worst in those we oppose.

I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up out of the sea…and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.