Foundation's Edge (Foundation, #4)

by Isaac Asimov

When one’s home has a really excellent computer capable of reaching other computers anywhere in the Galaxy, one scarcely needs to budge, you know.

The eyes were no more than sense organs. The brain was no more than a central switchboard, encased in bone and removed from the working surface of the body. It was the hands that were the working surface, the hands that felt and manipulated the Universe. Human beings thought with their hands. It was their hands that were the answer of curiosity, that felt and pinched and turned and lifted and hefted. There were animals that had brains of respectable size, but they had no hands and that made all the difference.

“It seems to me, Golan, that the advance of civilization is nothing but an exercise in the limiting of privacy.”

All you have to do is take a close look at yourself and you will understand everyone else.

You show me someone who can’t understand people and I’ll show you someone who has built up a false image of himself—no

‘The closer to the truth, the better the lie, and the truth itself, when it can be used, is the best lie.’

you are never too old to learn more than you already know and to become able to do more than you already can.

All humanity could share a common insanity and be immersed in a common illusion while living in a common chaos.

Societies create their own history and tend to wipe out lowly beginnings, either by forgetting them or inventing totally fictitious heroic rescues.