Character: Mustapha Mond

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.

- So, in your opinion, there is no God?
- It is likely that it is.
- Why?..
- But he manifests himself in different ways in different eras. In premodern times he manifested himself as the being described in these books. Now...
- Yeah, now what?
Now he manifests himself as an absence; It is as if none at all.

- Optimum population, said Mustapha Mond, simulated by us with the iceberg, which is eight ninth of the mass under the water line, one-ninth above water.
And happy those that are under water?
- Happier than those above it.

From God, you can not depend only while you're young and prosperous; all your life you will not live independent.

But if you know about God, why don't you tell them? - hot Savage said. - Why not give them these books?
- For the same reason do not give "Othello" - these books are old; they're about God hundreds of years ago. Not about God now.
- But God does not change.
- But people change.

And it is also included in the cost of stability. It isn't only art that's incompatible with happiness, but science. Dangerous thing about science; you have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.

Similar ideas can easily be confusing physicaldevice those whose minds are less resistant, shatter their faith in happiness as the Highest Good and to convince you that the goal in life is somewhere further, somewhere outside the present sphere of human activity; what is the purpose of life consists not in the maintenance of prosperity and depression in oblagorozheny of human consciousness.

However, since the laws I set, I can break them. And with impunity.

But chastity means passion, chastity means neurasthenia. And passion and neurasthenia mean instability. And instability means the end of civilization. Lasting civilization without plenty of pleasant vices.

God is incompatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness.

Every change is a threat to stability.

There was a thing called Heaven; but, nevertheless, alcohol is drank in large quantities. <...> There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality. <...> But nevertheless, used morphine and cocaine.

Or take the caste system. Constantly proposed, constantly rejected. There was something called democracy. Like the equality of men were more than physico-chemical equality.

The world was full of fathers - and thus, suffering; was full of mothers and hence the perversions of all sorts, from sadism to chastity; was full of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts - was full of insanity and suicide.