Quotes from Aldous Huxley

Never put off till to-morrow the fun you can have to-day.

That's the spirit I like, said the Director

I should like a thoroughly bad climate," he answered. "I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms

God, they will insist, is a spirit and is to be worshipped in spirit. Therefore an experience which is chemically conditioned cannot be an experience of the divine. But, in one way or another, all our experiences are chemically conditioned, and if we imagine that some of them are purely 'spiritual', purely 'intellectual', purely 'aesthetic', it is merely because we have never troubled to investigate the internal chemical environment at the moment of their occurrence.

I ate civilization.

Did you ever feel as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using-you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

DziÄ™ki ci, Fordzie! Nie byÅ' ostatni. Trzy spoÅ›ród dwunastu ustawionych wokóÅ' okrÄ…gÅ'ego stoÅ'u krzeseÅ' byÅ'y jeszcze nie zajÄ™te. WÅ›liznÄ…Å' siÄ™ na najbli?sze z nich w miarÄ™ niepostrze?enie i oto ju? gotów byÅ' marszczy? brwi na widok wchodzÄ…cych spó?nialskich. - Bernard Marks, Nowy wspaniaÅ'y Å›wiat Aldous Huxley

Humans] suffer, during their working hours, from the chronic boredom and frustration imposed by the sort of jobs that have to be done in order to satisfy the artificially stimulated demand for the fruits of fully mechanized mass-production.

It was all extremely symbolic; but then, if you choose to think so, nothing in this world is not symbolical.

And, anyhow, hadn't you better wait till you actually see the new world?

Without the least sense of rush or strain you've been working as fast as one of those extraordinary calculating boys, who turn up from time to time.

The bias of the headlines, the systematic one-sidedness of the reporting and the commentaries, the catchwords and slogans instead of argument. No serious appeal to reason. Instead, a systematic effort to install conditioned reflexes int eh minds of the voters -- and, for the rest, crime, divorce, anecdotes, twaddle, anything to keep them distracted, anything to prevent them from thinking.

Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.

Perhaps the forces that now menace freedom are too strong to be resisted for very long. It is still our duty to do whatever we can to resist them.

Hombres y mujeres estandarizados, en grupos uniformes. Todo el personal de una fábrica podía ser el producto de un sólo óvulo bokanovskificado. - ¡Noventa y seis mellizos trabajando en noventa y seis máquinas idénticas! -La voz del director casi temblaba de entusiasmo-. Sabemos muy bien adónde vamos. Por primera vez en la historia. -Citó la divisa planetario-: Comunidad, Identidad, Estabilidad.

But wouldn't you like to be free to be happy in some other way, Lenina? In your own way, for example; not in everybody else's way.

Can you say something about nothing? That's what it finally boils down to. I try and I try.

That's to say, he's being sent to a place where he'll meet the most interesting set of men and women to be found anywhere in the world. All the people who, for one reason or another, have got too self-consciously individual to fit into community-life. All the people who aren't satisfied with orthodoxy, who've got independent ideas of their own. Every one, in a word, who's any one. I almost envy you, Mr. Watson.

It is human variability -- the fact that one man's meat is is another man's poison -- that imposes on us the duty of preserving individual liberty and of encouraging tolerance, of preventing majorities from repressing minorities, of permitting people to have a certain measure of self-determination in their lives.

some people can only realize goodness by offending against it.' But when the old offense have ceased to be felt as offences, what then? The argument pursued itself internally. The only solution seemed to be to commit new and progressively more serious offences, to to have all the experiences, as Lucy would say in her jargon. 'One way of knowing God,' he concluded slowly, 'is to deny Him.

Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkles and softens the body while it still lives, rots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.

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Speaking very slowly, 'Did you ever feel,' he asked, 'as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using- you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through the turbines?

He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.' 'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth