Quotes about Bernard

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.

Female murderers get sheaves of offers of marriage.

Idiots are always in favour of inequality of income (their only chance of eminence), and the really great in favour of equality.

A mind of the calibre of mine cannot derive its nutriment from cows.

I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.

There are four degrees of love: 1) Love of self for self's sake. 2) Love of God for self's sake. 3) Love of God for God's own sake. 4) Love of self for God's sake.

Success went fizzily to Bernard's head, and in the process completely reconciled him (as any good intoxicant should do) to a world which, up till then, he had found very unsatisfactory. In so far as it recognized him as important, the order of things was good.

Lenina was shocked by his blasphemy. 'Bernard!' she protested in a voice of amazed distress. 'How can you?' In a different key, 'How can I?' he repeated meditatively. 'No, the real problem is: How is it that I can't, or rather - because, after all, I know quite well why I can't - what it be like if I could, if I were free - not enslaved by my conditioning.

Hell is full of musical amateurs.