C'était une fille glaciale, commune et incolore, qui se protégeait des atteintes d'un monde qui ne lui inspirait que de la répulsion par un masque d'… - Isaac Asimov

Yate Fulham's mustache twitched. "That sounds as if you have made up your mind that violence must be used against them." "Violence," came the retort, "is the last refuge of the incompetent. But I certainly don't intend to lay down the welcome mat and brush off the best furniture for their use.

You distrusted the Imperials too. Most human beings do these days, which is an important factor in the decay and deterioration of the Empire.

Oh, hell! I can’t sleep!” “Neither can I! But I might as well try — as a matter of principle.” Twelve hours later, sleep was still just that — a matter of principle, unattainable in practice.