Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly — Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly — Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly — Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly — Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly — Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
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Where is the world whose people don't prefer a comfortable, warm, and well-worn belief, however illogical, to the chilly winds of uncertainty?

— Isaac Asimov, Foundation and Earth
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