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Aldous Huxley Quotes


It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'try to be a little kinder.'

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

It's with bad sentiments that one makes good novels.

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.

Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Men do not learn much from the lessons of history and that is the most important of all the lessons of history.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

Most ignorance is vincible ignorance. We don't know because we don't want to know.

Most of one's life is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking.

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

Official dignity tends to increase in inverse ratio to the importance of the country in which the office is held.

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.

Orthodoxy is the diehard of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.

People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?