I cannot help fearing that men may reach a point where they look on every new theory as a danger, every innovation as a toilsome trouble, every social advance as a first step toward revolution, and that they may absolutely refuse to move at all.

ना करवटें थी ना बेचैनी थी 
नींद-ऐ-गजब थी मोहब्बत से पहले।

We have been filled with grief as we have witnessed the decline of the North American Church that was once filled with missionary zeal and yet now seems determined to bury itself in a deadly embrace with the spirit of the age.

Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angel of Death behind.

Written By Frank Herbert

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