If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.
ALDOUS HUXLEYIf most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe more you know, the more you see
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe goal in life is to discover that you’ve always been where you were supposed to be.
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe people who kill and torture and tell lies in the name of their sacred causes, these are never the publicans and the sinners. No, they’re the virtuous, respectable men, who have the finest feelings, the best brains, the noblest ideals.
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe worst enemy of life, freedom and the common decencies is total anarchy; their second worst enemy is total efficiency.
ALDOUS HUXLEYIf human beings were shown what they’re really like, they’d either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves.
ALDOUS HUXLEYlife is short and information endless: nobody has time for everything
ALDOUS HUXLEYWhich is better – to be born stupid into an intelligent society or intelligent into an insane one?
ALDOUS HUXLEYDon’t try to behave as though you were essentially sane and naturally good. We’re all demented sinners in the same cosmic boat – and the boat is perpetually sinking.
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which mean never losing your enthusiasm.
ALDOUS HUXLEYHe accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.
ALDOUS HUXLEYMan is unique in organizing the mass murder of his own species.
ALDOUS HUXLEYIt isn’t a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.
ALDOUS HUXLEYNever give children a chance of imagining that anything exists in isolation. Make it plain from the very beginning that all living is relationship. Show them relationships in the woods, in the fields, in the ponds and streams, in the village and in the country around it. Rub it in.
ALDOUS HUXLEYNo social stability without individual stability.
ALDOUS HUXLEYThe trouble with fiction,” said John Rivers, “is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.
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