30 phrases by Aldous Huxley to know more about this great author

Facts do not cease to exist just because they are ignored.

If a person did wrong, repent, make amends as you can, and try to behave better next time. He must by no means set himself to brood over his evil deeds. Wallowing in mud is not the best way to stay clean.

It takes as much work to write a bad book as it does a good one; it springs with equal sincerity from the author’s soul.

What if this world is another planet’s hell?

Love drives away fear and, conversely, fear drives away love. Fear not only drives away love, but also intelligence, goodness, and every thought of beauty and truth. Only silent despair remains, and in the end fear also drives humanity out of man.

Democracy allows abominable creatures to seize power.

There is only one corner of the universe that we can be sure of improving: our own selves.

The more complex the technologies, the greater the need to create organizations capable of keeping them under control.

Great is the truth, but even greater, from a practical point of view, is the silence around the truth.

The silent one never testifies against himself.

Silence is as full of wisdom and potential spirit as unhewn marble is rich in sculpture.

Field flowers and landscapes have a serious flaw: they are free. The love of nature does not stimulate the activity of any factory.

All people always get what they ask for. The problem is, before they have it, they are never aware of what they asked for.

Under no circumstances machine over your own mistake, nor torture yourself by recriminating yourself. Going around in the mud is not the best way to clean yourself.

I can share people’s pains, but not their pleasures. There is something curiously annoying about the happiness of others.

As much as time may seem like the passing of hours, they will seem short if you think you will never see them pass again.

There was a thing called Heaven. But despite everything, they drank huge amounts of alcohol.

Perhaps the greatest lesson of history is that no one has learned the lessons of history.

The more powerful and original the mind, the more it will incline to the religion of solitude.

Every excess carries within itself the germ of self-destruction.

Habit converts sumptuous pleasures into suspect everyday necessities.

Being different condemns one to a fatal loneliness.

Men are very strange animals: a mixture of the nervousness of a horse, the stubbornness of a mule and the malice of a camel.

Facts are like ventriloquists’ dummies. Sitting on the knee of a wise man they will utter words of wisdom; on other knees, they will say nothing or talk nonsense, or they will indulge in pure diabolism.

Disease research has progressed to such an extent that it is almost impossible to find someone who is completely healthy.

I like the inconveniences. We do not. We prefer to do things comfortably. But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want authentic danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

In an age of growing overpopulation, growing superorganization and increasingly efficient mass media, how can we keep integrity intact and reaffirm the value of the individual human being?

Words have allowed us to rise above animals, but it is also through words that we often descend to the level of demonic beings.

The man who always pretends to be consistent in his thinking and in his moral decisions is either a walking mummy or, if he has not managed to stifle all his vitality, a fanatical monomaniac.