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It had the taste of an apple peeled with a steel knife. (Sebastian Barnack assessing a Roederer 1916 champagne in Time Must Have a Stop)

Aldous Huxley

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Aldous Huxley
Age: 69 †
Born: 1894
Born: July 26
Died: 1963
Died: November 22
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Aldous Leonard Huxley
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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.
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The inconveniences and horrors of the pox are perfectly well known to every one but still the disease flourishes and spreads. Several million people were killed in a recent war and half the world ruined but we all busily go on in courses that make another event of the same sort inevitable. Experientia docet? Experientia doesn't.
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Industrial civilization is only possible when there's no self-denial. Self-indulgence up to the very limits imposed by hygiene and economics. Otherwise the wheels stop turning.
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I will have no Parsons around me but such as drink deep, ride to Hounds and caress the Wives and Daughters of their Parishioners.A Virtuous Parson does nothing to test or exercise the Faith of his Flock.
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Where beauty is worshipped for beauty's sake as a goddess, independent of and superior to morality and philosophy, the most horrible putrefaction is apt to set in. The lives of the aesthetes are the far from edifying commentary on the religion of beauty.
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Good is that which makes for unity. Evil is that which makes for separateness.
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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.
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If you look up 'Intelligence' in the new volumes of the Encyclopeadia Britannica, you'll find it classified under the following three heads: Intelligence, Human Intelligence, Animal Intelligence, Military. My stepfather's a perfect specimen of Intelligence, Military.
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Knowledge is porportionate to being... You know in virtue of what you are.
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A large city cannot be experientially known its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.
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I ate civilization. It poisoned me I was defiled. And then, he added in a lower tone, I ate my own wickedness.
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Every gain made by individuals or society is almost instantly taken for granted.
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Most ignorance is vincible ignorance. We don't know because we don't want to know.
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...most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution.
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One cubic centimeter cures ten gloomy sentiments.
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The victim of mind-manipulation does not know that he is a victim. To him, the walls of his prison are invisible, and he believes himself to be free.
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In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.
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No man ever dared to manifest his boredom so insolently as does a Siamese tomcat when he yawns in the face of his amorously importunate wife.
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