But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“I want God, I want poetry, I want danger, I want freedom, I want sin.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“And I'm not a poet: but never despair! I'll madly live the poems I shall never write.” — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been:. All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The poet is born with the capacity of arranging words in such a way that something of the quality of the graces… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“In the visitor's book at Crome Ivor had left, according to his invariable custom in these cases, a poem. He had improvised… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I… — 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
