About Aldous Huxley: Aldous Leonard Huxley was an English writer, philosopher and a prominent member of the Huxley family.
Only times and places, only names and ghosts.
Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.
The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.
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 resolutio...
You never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religion. . . . Dogs do not ritually urinate in the hope of persuading heaven to do the same and send down rain. Asses do not bray a liturgy to cloudless skies. ...
Stability,” insisted the Controller, “stability. The primal and the ultimate need. Stability. Hence all this.
The more science discovers and the more comprehension it gives us of the mechanisms of existence, the more clearly does the mystery of existence itself stand out.
The Bhagavad-Gita is the most systematic statement of spiritual evolution of endowing value to mankind. It is one of the most clear and comprehensive summaries of perennial philosophy ever revealed; hence its enduring value is subject not only to Ind...
The physique of a Messiah. But too clever to believe in God or be convinced of his own mission. And too sensitive, even if he were convinced, to carry it out. His muscles would like to act and his feelings would like to believe; but his nerve-endings...
For every traveller who has any taste of his own, the only useful guidebook will be the one which he himself has written.
The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings, and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own.
All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.
Idealism is the noble toga that political gentlemen drape over their will to power.
People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.
