A doctor a day keeps the jim-jams away.

Aldous Huxley

Aldous Huxley

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

A doctor a day keeps the jim-jams away. Aldous Huxley

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Any culture which, in the interests of efficiency or in the name of some political or religious dogma, seeks to standardize the human individual, commits an outrage against man's biological nature.

A majority of young people seem to develop mental arteriosclerosis forty years before they get the physical kind. Another question: why do some people remain open and elastic into extreme old age, whereas others become rigid and unproductive before they're fifty?

What the rest of us see only under the influence of mescalin, the artist is congenitally equipped to see all the time.

Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!

Alone among the animals, we suffer from the future perfect tense. Rover the Dog cannot imagine a future world of dogs in which all fleas will have been eliminated and doghood will finally have achieved its full glorious potential.

A word only stands for the ways in which things or happenings of the same general kind are like one another. That's why the word is public. And, being public, it can't possibly stand for the ways in which happenings of the same general kind are unlike one another.

That which besets me is indifference. I can't be bothered about people. Or rather, won't. For I avoid, carefully, all occasions for being bothered... Indifference is a form of sloth, and sloth in its turn is one of the symptoms of loveless-ness. One isn't lazy about what one loves. The problem is: how to love?

Eternity, he answered. Believe it or not, it's as real as shit.

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

Can you say something about nothing?

Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Isn't there something in living dangerously?

Success went fizzily to Bernard's head, and in the process completely reconciled him (as any good intoxicant should do) to a world which, up till then, he had found very unsatisfactory. In so far as it recognized him as important, the order of things was good.