The forms change, but the substance remains.

Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.

By remembering what history is—the record of what human beings have been impelled to do by their ignorance and the enormous bumptiousness that makes them canonize their ignorance as a political or religious dogma.

We cannot hope to utter anything worth saying, unless we read and inwardly digest the utterances of our betters.

Reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays....

In the world of ideas everything was clear in life all was obscure, embroiled.

And no wonder; for the new technique of "subliminal projection," as it was called, was intimately associated with mass entertainment, and in the life of civilized human beings massed entertainment now plays a part comparable to that played in the Middle Ages be religion.

But all the same, insisted the Savage, it is quite natural to believe in God when you're alone-quite alone, in the night, thinking about death ...

Our vanity makes us exaggerate the importance of human life; the individual is nothing; Nature cares only for the species.

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

If we could bokanovskify indefinitely the whole problem would be solved.

Everybody wants power. Power in some form or other. [...] Some people want power to persecute other human beings; you expend your lust for power in persecuting words, twisting them, molding them, torturing them to obey you.

Who lives longer? The man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.

If I'm no real good, I prefer to be just frankly no good. I don't want to disguise myself as a man of learning. I don't want to be the representative of a hobby. I want to be what nature made me—no good.