Quotes from Aldous Huxley

Ah, revenge, revenge. In the better world of the imagination it was possible to get one's own back. What fiendish vendettas were there carried to successful ends!

When the individual feels, the community reels, Lenina pronounced. Well, why shouldn't it reel a bit?

I see her as a kind of Midas, turning everything she touched into imagination.

History is bunk.

Distance reminds us that there's a lot more to the universe than just people. It reminds us that there are mental spaces inside our skulls as enormous as the spaces out there.

God as a sense of warmth about the heart, God as exultation, God as tears in the eyes, God as a rush of power or thought—that was all right. But God as truth, God as 2 + 2 = 4—that wasn't so clearly all right.

Ah, if only one had work of one's own, proper work, decent work—not forced upon one by the griping of one's belly!

That is the secret of happiness and virtue - liking what you've got to do.

But God doesn't change.' 'Men do though.

Love is a mode of knowledge, and when the love is sufficiently disinterested and sufficiently intense, the knowledge becomes unitive knowledge and so takes on the quality of infallibility.

The wound is mortal and is mine.

The choice of self-abandonment in suffering makes possible the reception of grace - grace on the spiritual level, in the form of an accession of the love and knowledge of God, and grace in the mental and physiological levels, in the form of a diminution of fear, self-concern and even of pain.