Quotes from Aldous Huxley

Nothing can exceed in beauty and in vision-inducing power the mosaics of gardens and buildings in the great Omayyad mosque at Damascus.

The spoils of recent technological imperialism have been enormous; but meanwhile nemesis [from Greek mythology] has seen to it we get our kicks as well as halfpence. For example, has the ability to travel from New York to Los Angeles given more pleasure to the human race than dropping bombs and fire has given pain?

A felicidade universal mantém as engrenagens em funcionamento regular; a verdade e a beleza são incapazes de fazê-lo.

Y he aquí que el progreso de la tecnología ha llevado y sigue llevando todavía a esa concentración y centralización del poder.

Quick! Quick! Our liddle genius is crying.

Political liberty's a swindle because a man doesn't spend his time being political. He spends it sleeping, eating, amusing himself a little and working?—mostly working. When they'd got all the political liberty they wanted?—or found they didn't want?—they began to understand this.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

To think about events realistically, in terms of multiple causations, is hard and emotionally unrewarding. How much easier, how much more agreeable to trace each effect to a single and, if possible, a personal cause! To the illusion of understanding will be joined, in this case, the pleasure of hero-worship, if the circumstances are favourable, and the equal, or even greater pleasure, if they should be unfavourable, of persecuting a scapegoat

Query: how to combine the belief that the world is a to a great extent illusory with belief that it is none the less essential to improve the illusion? How to be simultaneously dispassionate and not indifferent, serene like an old man and active like a young one?

Las palabras pueden ser como los rayos X, si se emplean adecuadamente: pasan a través de todo. Las lees y te traspasan.

How can there ever be liberty under any system? No amount of profit-sharing or self-government by the workers, no amount of hyjeenic conditions or cocoa villages or recreation grounds can get rid of the fundamental slavery?—the necessity of working. Liberty? why, it doesn't exist! There's no liberty in this world; only gilded caiges.

surreptitious

Every discovery in pure science is potentially subversive; even science must sometimes be treated as a possible enemy. Yes, even science.

Sometimes," Vijaya agreed, "even more. For the simple reason that a talent for manipulating symbols tempts its possessors into habitual symbol manipulation, and habitual symbol manipulation is an obstacle in the way of concrete experiencing and the reception of gratuitous graces.

And that (...) is the secret of happiness and virtue —liking what you've got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny.

The spoils of recent technological imperialism have been enormous; but meanwhile nemesis [from Greek mythology] has seen to it we get our kicks as well as halfpence. For example, has the ability to travel in twelve hours from New York to Los Angeles given more pleasure to the human race than dropping bombs and fire has given pain?

Le style c'est I'homme. No doubt. But the converse is also partly true. L'homme c'est le style. Because we have a gift for writing in a certain way, we find ourselves, in some sort, becoming our way of writing. We mould ourselves in the likeness of our particular brand of eloquence.

We can only love what we know, and we can never know completely what we do not love

modo de hacerlo por sí mismo. Ése es el sentido, supongo, del ritual tibetano: alguien que esté ahí sentado todo el tiempo y diciéndonos qué es qué.

But sometimes," she said with a smile, "it's eternity that miraculously breaks into time—even into dinnertime. Good-bye." She waved her hand and was gone.

Christianity has remained a religion in which the pure Perennial Philosophy has been overlaid, now more, now less, by an idolatrous preoccupation with events and things in time—events and things regarded not merely as useful means, but as ends, intrinsically sacred and indeed divine.

Pongileoni se întrecu pe sine în Badineria final?. Axiomele euclidiene se înl?nÈ›uiau vesel cu formele de statistic? elementar?. Aritmetica f?cea un chef turbat, iar algebra s?rea dezordonat. Muzica se sfîrÈ™i într-o orgie de bun? dispoziÈ›ie matematic?.

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 turbines?

In his anxiety to be just to others he was often prepared to be unjust to himself. He was always ready to sacrifice his own rights rather than run any rish of infringing the rights of others.