Aldous Huxley Quotes

But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.


Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can’t.


All conditioning aims at that: making people like their inescapable social destiny.


One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer (in a milder and symbolic form) the punishments that we should like, but are unable, to inflict upon our enemies.


most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.


A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.


Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.


Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.


Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.


Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can’t consume much if you sit still and read books.


The optimum population is modelled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.


And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “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.


No social stability without individual stability.


If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time.


What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?


We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. We are not our own masters.


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


What I may call the messages of Brave New World, but it is possible to make people contented with their servitude. I think this can be done. I think it has been done in the past. I think it could be done even more effectively now because you can provide them with bread and circuses and you can provide them with endless amounts of distractions and propaganda.


What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.


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?


reality, however Utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays….


A life-worshipper’s philosophy is comprehensive. He is at one moment a positivist and at another a mystic: now haunted by the thought of death and now a Dionysian child of nature; now a pessimist and now, with a change of lover or liver or even the weather, an exuberant believer that God’s in his heaven and all’s right with the world.


Ultimate Reality is not clearly and immediately apprehended except by those who have made themselves loving, pure in heart and poor in spirit.


Most lovers picture to themselves, in their mistresses, a secret reality, beyond and different from what they see every day. They are in love with somebody else–their own invention. And sometimes there is a secret reality; and sometimes reality and appearance are the same. The discovery, in either case, is likely to cause a shock.


The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love – almost as violent and much more mischievous.


Nothing is more dreadful than a cold, unimpassioned indulgence. And love infallibly becomes cold and unimpassioned when it is too lightly made.


People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.


If we evolved a race of Isaac Newton’s, that would not be progress. For the price Newton had to pay for being a supreme intellect was that he was incapable of friendship, love, fatherhood, and many other desirable things. As a man he was a failure; as a monster he was superb.


No Romeo-and-Juliet acts, no nonsense about Love with a large L, none of that popular song claptrap with its skies of blue, dreams come true, heaven with you. Just sensuality for its own sake.