Aldous Huxley

“Fortunate boys!' said the Controller. 'No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy - to preserve you, so as far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.' 'Ford's in his flivver,' murmured the DHC. 'All's well with the world.”

“And I'm not a poet: but never despair!I'll madly live the poems I shall never write.”

“One touches and, in the act of touching, one's touched.”

“We shall be permitted to live on this planet only for as long as we treat all nature with compassion and intelligence.”

“Stability,” insisted the Controller, “stability. The primal and the ultimate need. Stability. Hence all this.”

“Rams wrapped in thermogene beget no lambs.”

“Even science must sometimes be treated as a possible enemy. Yes even science.”

“Without economic security, the love of servitude cannot possibly come into existence”

“But Pavlov purely for a good purpose. Pavlov for friendliness and trust and compassion. Whereas you prefer to use Pavlov for brainwashing, Pavlov for selling cigarettes and vodka and patriotism. Pavlov for the benefit of dictators, generals and tycoons.”

“Želio bih promatrati more na miru.Od toga se osjećam kao...kao da postajem više ja,ako shvaćaš što želim reći.Više svoj,a ne u potpunosti samo dio nečega.Ne samo stanica u tijelu društva.”

“Radije ću ostati ono što jesam,a ne netko drugi,ma koliko on veseo bio.”

“A vjerovali su još i u nešto što se zvalo Raj;no unatoč toga pili su goleme količine alkohola.”

“Only a person with a Best Seller mind can write Best Sellers; and only someone with a mind like Shelley's can write Prometheus Unbound. The deliberate forger has little chance with his contemporaries and none at all with posterity.”

“The fine point of seldom pleasure has been blunted”

“he had been making an unsuccessful effort to write something about nothing in particular”

“One is always alone in suffering; the fact is depressing when one happens to be the sufferer, but it makes pleasure possible for the rest of the world.”

“The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better than one should suffer than that many should be corrupted.”

“The Men of Faith will play the cup-bearers at this lifelong bacchanal, filling and ever filling again with the warm liquor that the Intelligences, in sad and sober privacy behind the scenes, will brew for the intoxication of their subjects.”

“Cynical realism—it's the intelligent man's best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation”

“But liberty, as we all know, cannot flourish in a country that is permanently on a war footing, or even a near-war footing. Permanent crisis justifies permanent control of everybody and everything by the agencies of the central government.”

“... sva ta težnja ljudi da budu više nego ljudski. Idiotska zato što nikada ne uspijeva. Nastojiš biti više nego ljudski, a uspijevaš postati samo manje nego ljudski... Hodamo po zemlji i nisu nam potrebna krila...”

“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.”

“Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself.”

“Walking and talking - that seemed a very odd way of spending an afternoon.”

“That’s one of the disadvantages of getting older; you’re inclined to make intimate contacts with fewer people.”

“And it's what you never will write," said the Controller. "Because, if it were really like Othello nobody could understand it, however new it might be. And if were new, it couldn't possibly be like Othello.”

“..there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon...”

“Was and will make me ill,I take a gram and only am.”

“Homer was wrong," wrote Heracleitus of Ephesus. "Homer was wrong in saying: 'Would that strife might perish from among gods and men!' He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe; for if his prayer were heard, all things would pass away." These are the words on which the superhumanists should meditate. Aspiring toward a consistent perfection, they are aspiring toward annihilation. The Hindus had the wit to see and the courage to proclaim the fact; Nirvana, the goal of their striving, is nothingness. Wherever life exists, there also is inconsistency, division, strife.”

“A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it.”

“With me, travelling is frankly a vice. The temptation to indulge in it is one which I find almost as hard to resist as the temptation to read promiscuously, omnivorously and without purpose. From time to time, it is true, I make a desperate resolution to mend my ways. I sketch out programmes of useful, serious reading; I try to turn my rambling voyages into systematic tours through the history of art and civilization. But without much success. After a little I relapse into my old bad ways. Deplorable weakness! I try to comfort myself with the hope that even my vices may be of some profit to me.”

“But God's the reason for everything noble and fine and heroic. If you had a God …""My dear young friend," said Mustapha Mond, "civilization has absolutely no need of nobility or heroism. These things are symptoms of political inefficiency. In a properly organized society like ours, nobody has any opportunities for being noble or heroic. Conditions have got to be thoroughly unstable before the occasion can arise. Where there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended–there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense. But there aren't any wars nowadays. The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving any one too much. There's no such thing as a divided allegiance; you're so conditioned that you can't help doing what you ought to do. And what you ought to do is on the whole so pleasant, so many of the natural impulses are allowed free play, that there really aren't any temptations to resist. And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there's always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears–that's what soma is.”

“Then you think there is no God?""No, I think there quite probably is one.""Then why? …"Mustapha Mond checked him. "But he manifests himself in different ways to different men. In premodern times he manifested himself as the being that's described in these books. Now …""How does he manifest himself now?" asked the Savage."Well, he manifests himself as an absence; as though he weren't there at all.""That's your fault.""Call it the fault of civilization. God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness. That's why I have to keep these books locked up in the safe. They're smut. People would be shocked it …"The Savage interrupted him. "But isn't it natural to feel there's a God?""You might as well ask if it's natural to do up one's trousers with zippers," said the Controller sarcastically. "You remind me of another of those old fellows called Bradley. He defined philosophy as the finding of bad reason for what one believes by instinct. As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons–that's philosophy. People believe in God because they've been conditioned to."But all the same," insisted the Savage, "it is natural to believe in God when you're alone–quite alone, in the night, thinking about death …""But people never are alone now," said Mustapha Mond. "We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it's almost impossible for them ever to have it.”

“De Sade is the one completely consistent and thoroughgoing revolutionary of history.”

“He waved his hand; and it was as though, with an invisible feather wisk, he had brushed away a little dust, and the dust was Harappa, was Ur of the Chaldees; some spider-webs, and they were Thebes and Babylon and Cnossos and Mycenae. Whisk. Whisk—and where was Odysseus, where was Job, where were Jupiter and Gotama and Jesus? Whisk—and those specks of antique dirt called Athens and Rome, Jerusalem and the Middle Kingdom—all were gone. Whisk—the place where Italy had been empty. Whisk, the cathedrals; whisk, whisk, King Lear and the Thoughts of Pascal. Whisk, Passion; whisk, Requiem; whisk, Symphony; whisk...”

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

“...good she had been. Not nice, not merely molto simpatico – how charmingly and effectively these foreign tags assist one in calling a spade by some other name! – but good. You felt the active radiance of her goodness when you were near her…. And that feeling, was that less real and valid than two plus two?”

“...‘Beetles, black beetles’ – his father had a really passionate feeling about the clergy. Mumbo-jumbery was another of his favourite words. An atheist and an anti-clerical of the strict old school he was.”

“Hora novissima, tempora pessima sunt, vigilemus...”

“...‘I am interested in everything,’ interrupted Gumbril Junior.‘Which comes to the same thing,’ said his father parenthetically, ‘as being interested in nothing.”

“They pretended they were trying to dissuade people from vice by enumerating its horrors. But they were really only making it more spicy by telling the truth about it. O esca vermium, O massa pulveris! What nauseating embracements! To conjugate the copulative verb, boringly, with a sack of tripes – what could be more exquisitely and piercingly and deliriously vile?”

“I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.”

“Ford's in his flivver; all's well with the world.”

“A totally unmystical world would be a world totally blind and insane.”

“No, give me the past. It doesn’t change; it’s all there in black and white, and you can get to know about it comfortably and decorously and, above all, privately - by reading. … As reading becomes more and more habitual and widespread, an ever-increasing number of people will discover that books will give them all the pleasures of social life and none of its intolerable tedium.”

“In a word, they failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions.”

“Indeed, a faint hypnopædic prejudice in favour of size was universal. Hence the laughter of the women to whom he made proposals, the practical joking of his equals among the men. The mockery made him feel an outsider; and feeling an outsider he behaved like one, which increased the prejudice against him and intensified the contempt and hostility aroused by his physical defects. Which in turn increased his sense of being alien and alone. A chronic fear of being slighted made him avoid his equals, made him stand, where his inferiors were concerned, self-consciously on his dignity.”

“The silence of the storm weighs heavilyOn their strained spirits: sometimes one will saySome trivial thing as though to ward awayMysterious powers, that imminently lieIn wait, with the strong exorcising graceOf everyday's futility. DesireBecomes upon a sudden a crystal fire,Defined and hard: If he could kiss her face,Could kiss her hair! As if by chance, her handBrushes on his ... Ah, can she understand?Or is she pedestalled above the touchOf his desire? He wonders: dare he seekFrom her that little, that infinitely much?And suddenly she kissed him on the cheek.”

“Como é difícil, mesmo com a melhor boa vontade do mundo, mesmo para um homemadulto e razoável, julgar seus semelhantes sem referência à sua aparência exterior! A beleza é uma carta de recomendação quase impossível de ser ignorada; e com muita freqüência atribuímos ao caráter a feiúra do rosto. Ou, para ser mais preciso, não fazemos a menor tentativa de penetrar além da máscara opaca da face até as realidades existentes por trás dela, mas fugimos dos feios ao vê-los sem tentar sequer descobrir como são realmente. Aquele sentimento de instintiva aversão que a feiúra inspira em um homem adulto, mas que ele tem raciocínio e força de vontade suficientes para reprimir ou pelo menos ocultar, é incontrolável em uma criança. Com três ou quatro anos de idade, a criança foge correndo da sala diante do aspecto de certo visitante cujas feições lhe pareceram desagradáveis. Por que? Porque o visitante feio é "ruim", é um "homem mau". E até idade muito mais avançada, embora consignamos deixar de gritar quando o visitante feio aparece, fazemos o possível — a princípio, pelo menos, ou até que seus atos tenham provado impressionantemente que seu rosto lhe contradiz o caráter — para ficar fora de seu caminho. De modo que, se sempre tive aversão por Louiseke, talvez não fosse dela a culpa, mas meu próprio e peculiar horror à feiúra me fizesse atribuir a ela características desagradáveis que, na realidade, não possuía. Ela me parecia rude e rabugenta; talvez não fosse, mas, em qualquer caso, eu assim pensava. E isso explica o fato de eu nunca ter chegado a conhecê-la, nunca ter tentado conhecê-la, como lhe conhecia a irmã.”

“... one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.”