A physical shortcoming could produce a kind of mental excess. The process, it seemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of ascetici...
Imagine a factory staffed by Alphas—that is to say by separate and unrelated individuals of good heredity and conditioned so as to be capable (within limits) of making a free choice and assuming responsibilities. Imagine it!
If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.
La educación moral, que no debe nunca ser racional en modo alguno.
Pain was a fascinating horror
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
You can't consume much if you sit still and read books.
Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been:. All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voice Of whom, I do not know.
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can’t consume much if you sit still and read books.
...reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays....
He woke once more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw- knew it, with a sinking sense of horror and disgust, for the recurrent delirium of his days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness.
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. ...
Generalities are intellectually necessary evils.
You pays your money and you takes your choice.
Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.
They had not yet learned to draw the significant but often very fine distinction between smut and pure science.
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.
