All roads lead to Trantor, says the old proverb, and that is where all stars end.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that all paths ultimately converge at a central point, highlighting the inevitability of certain destinations in life.
Isaac Asimov's quote reflects the idea that all journeys, whether literal or metaphorical, lead to a common destination. In this case, Trantor symbolizes a center of knowledge, civilization, or fate, suggesting that despite the various routes we take, we may ultimately arrive at similar conclusions or places in life, much like how all stars are drawn to the vastness of the universe.
In practice
During a motivational speech about life choices, one might say, 'Remember, all roads lead to Trantor, so choose your path wisely.'
Democracy cannot survive overpopulation. Human dignity cannot survive it. Convenience and decency cannot survive it. As you put more and more people into the world, the value of life not only declines, but it disappears. It doesn't matter if someone dies.
Science does not promise absolute truth, nor does it consider that such a thing necessarily exists. Science does not even promise that everything in the Universe is amenable to the scientific process.
Democracy cannot survive overpopulation.
Although the time of death is approaching me, I am not afraid of dying and going to Hell or (what would be considerably worse) going to the popularized version of Heaven. I expect death to be nothingness and, for removing me from all possible fears of death, I am thankful to atheism.
A subtle thought that is in error may yet give rise to fruitful inquiry that can establish truths of great value.
During the century after Newton, it was still possible for a man of unusual attainments to master all fields of scientific knowledge. But by 1800, this had become entirely impracticable.
Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter β the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
It might be said that society speaks through the clothing it wears. Through its clothing it reveals its secret aspirations and uses it, at least in part, to build or destroy its future.
That which makes you miserable is the only sin. That which takes you away from yourself is the only thing to be avoided.
Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.
The goal of fasting is inner unity.
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