Goodbye, Hari, my love. Remember always--all you did for me.”            -I did nothing for you.”            -You loved me and your love made me--human.

All roads lead to Trantor, and that is where all stars end.

He slept that night the sleep of a successfully stubborn man.

the rotten tree-trunk, until the very moment when the storm-blast breaks it in two, has all the appearance of might it ever had.

It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.

Now any dogma, based primarily on faith and emotionalism, is a dangerous weapon to use on others, since it is almost impossible to guarantee that the weapon will never be turned on the user.

Every vice of the Empire has been repeated in the Foundation. Inertia! Our ruling class knows one law; nochange. Despotism! They know one rule; force. Maldistribution! They know one desire; to hold what istheirs.

Scientific truth is beyond loyalty and disloyalty.