The essay is a literary device for saying almost everything about almost anything — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Viata e insa atat de banala,incat literatura trebuie sa se ocupe de lucrurile care ies din comun.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature? — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Civilization means food and literature all round. Beefsteaks and fiction magazines for all. First-class proteins for the body, fourth-class love-stories for the… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
But then people don't read literature in order to understand; they read it because they want to re-live the feelings and sensations… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Deprived of their newspapers or a novel, reading-addicts will fall back onto cookery books, on the literature which is wrapped around bottles… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Books have their destinies like men. And their fates, as made by generations of readers, are very different from the destinies foreseen… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
God isn't the son of Memory; He's the son of Immediate Experience. You can't worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Life's so ordinary that literature has to deal with the exceptional. Exceptional talent, power, social position, wealth… Dramabegins where there's freedom of… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Man has an almost infinite capacity for taking things and people for granted and thereby missing out on the pleasure of being grateful that… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Of course the Dharma-body of the Buddha was the hedge at the bottom of the garden. At the same time, and no less obviously,… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“The question for the man of sense is: Do we or do we not want to go to hell? And his answer is: No,… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The third petition of the Lord's Prayer is repeated daily by millions who have not the slightest intention of letting anyone's will be done… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Then what’s time for?” asked Lenina in some astonishment. Apparently, for going on walks in the Lake District; for that was what he now proposed. Land on the top of Skiddaw and walk for a couple of hours in the heather. “Alone with you, Lenina.” “But, Bernard, we shall be alone all night.” Bernard blushed and looked away. “I meant,… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share
All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
