One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.— Aldous Huxley
Risky Brave New World Happiness quotations
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.
I love you more than anything in the world combined.
If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.
All conditioning aims at that: making people like their inescapable social destiny.
And that," put in the Director sententiously, "that is the secret of happiness and virtue — liking what you've got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny.
Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.
When the individual feels, the community reels.
All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.
But every one belongs to every one else
We can't allow science to undo its own good work.
We don't want to change. Every change is a menace to stability.
What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?
The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.
I'd rather be myself," he said. "Myself and nasty. Not somebody else, however jolly.
I like being myself. Myself and nasty.
What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.
The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.
All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.
What is too much? There is no such thing!
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness.
"But that's the price we have to pay for stability.
You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.
We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own.
We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. We are not our own masters.
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson–paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.
You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.
The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray.
All our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody's allowed to question, and a list of recipes that mustn't be added to except by special permission from the head cook.
A love of nature keeps no factories busy.
Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.
For particulars, as everyone knows, make for virtue and happiness;
generalities are intellectually necessary evils. Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.
Reality, however utopian, is something from which people feel the need of taking pretty frequent holidays.
It isn’t only art that is incompatible with happiness, it’s also science.
Science is dangerous, we have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.