We lie to ourselves in order that we may still have the excuse of ignorance, the alibi of stupidity and incomprehension, possessing… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
In all activities of life, the secret of efficiency lies in an ability to combine two seemingly incompatible states: a state of… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Procrustes in modern dress, the nuclear scientist will prepare the bed on which mankind must lie; and if mankind doesn’t fit—well, that… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
So now you can let go, my darling...Let go...Let go of this poor old body. You don't need it anymore. Let it… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The people who kill and torture and tell lies in the name of their sacred causes, these are never the publicans and… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The thin and precarious crust of decency is all that separates any civilization, however impressive, from the hell of anarchy or systematic… — 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… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
