Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
When truth is nothing but truth, it's unnatural, it's an abstraction that resembles nothing in the real world. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable — 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
A mind that has come to the stillness of wisdom shall know being, shall know what it is to love. Love is… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Wherever we turn we find that the real obstacles to peace are human will and feeling, human convictions, prejudices, opinions. If we… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Real orgies are never so exciting as pornographic books. In a volume by Pierre Louys all the girls are young and their… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
To the exponents of the Perennial Philosophy, the question whether Progress is inevitable or even real is not a matter of primary… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Katy was neither a Methodist nor a Masochist. She was a goddess and the silence of goddesses is genuinely golden. None of… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
The soul of wit may become the very body of untruth. However elegant and memorable, brevity can never, in the nature 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… — 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
