Author of quotes: Aldous Huxley. Page 2

The folds of my gray flannel trousers were charged with "is-ness" even more than a chair, though perhaps less than the absolutely supernatural flowers. What are the folds of these were required this privileged status, I can not say. Perhaps because of the folded shape of the drapery are so strange and dramatic that they capture the look and in this way draw attention to the wonderful fact of existence? Who knows?

Increased mental data imposes greater moral responsibility. Than gifted a person is, the more capable it is to degrade others.

When you get the desired, always it's not what you wanted.

Love casts out fear. Fear, in turn, casts out love. And not just her.

Awful, when a man knows how to say the wrong things!

The most reliable cure for illusions - look in the mirror.

Where full satisfaction, where the excitation is no more.

Soma gram - and no dramas.

What's the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when the anthrax burst around the bomb? After the war and were first taken under the control of science. People were ready even their appetites controlled: anything for a quiet life. Since then we've gone on shore. Of course, the truth suffers. But happiness thrives. And free nothing is given. For happiness to pay.

- Very often I feel terribly sorry for them. They do not know what awaits them. Seventy years of pitfalls and treachery, traps and deception.
- And more fun - I put. - Pleasures, sometimes turning into ecstasy.
- Well, - agreed rivers, stepping away from the crib. - They are lured into the trap.

He was pleased to think that all these people, too, someday will die.

... but to forget every time for this, you know, we need exceptional memory. Exceptional memory and an exceptional love of bleeding people.

But I always forget, ' she said.
- Just what you ought to remember. With you it happens every time, it can't be accidental. You always remember what you want to forget.

He was like a bear, which smell of honey, despite all his fear, lured to the camp of the hunter, like a lover, ready to meet face to face an armed and outraged husband and the divorce process, if only to spend a few minutes in the arms of the beloved.