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.
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.
One cubic centimetre cures ten gloomy sentiments.
When people are suspicious with you, you start being suspicious with them.
All crosses had their tops cut and became T's. There was also a thing called God.
Her cheeks were flushed. She caught hold of the Savage's arm and pressed it, limp, against her side. He looked down at her for a moment, pale, pained, desiring, and ashamed of his desire. He was not worthy, not... Their eyes for a moment met. What treasures hers promised! A queen's ransom of temperament. Hastily he looked away, disengaged his imprisoned arm. He was obscurely terrified lest she should cease to be something he could feel himself unworthy of.
One egg, one embryo, one adult - normality. But a bokanovskified egg will bud, will proliferate, will divide. From eight to ninety-six buds, and every bud will grow into a perfectly formed embryo, and every embryo into a full-sized adult. Making ninety-six human beings grow where one grew before. Progress.
Whenever the masses seized political power, then it was happiness rather than truth and beauty that mattered.
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.
I believe one would write better if the climate were bad. If there were a lot of wind and storms for example...
Pilkington, at Mombasa, had produced individuals who were sexually mature at four and full grown at six and a half. A scientific triumph. But socially useless. Six-year-old men and women were too stupid to do even Epsilon work. And the process was an all-or-nothing one; either you failed to modify at all, or else you modified the whole way. They were still trying to find the ideal compromise between adults of twenty and adults of six. So far without success. Mr Foster sighed and shook his head.
Where there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended--there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense.
All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.
I like being myself. Myself and nasty.
Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily...
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.
Alpha children wear grey. They work much harder than we do, because they're so frightfully clever. I'm awfully glad I'm a Beta, because I don't work so hard. And then we are much better than the Gammas and Deltas. Gammas are stupid. They all wear green, and Delta children wear khaki. Oh no, I don't want to play with Delta children. And Epsilons are still worse. They're too stupid to be able to read or write. Besides they wear black, which is such a beastly color. I'm so glad I'm a Beta.
I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.
Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east...
You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art.
And do remember that a gramme is better than a damn.
If ever I hear again of any lapse from a proper standard of infantile decorum, I shall ask for your transference to a Sub-Centre-preferably to Iceland. Good morning.
The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite.
You can only be independent of God while you've got youth and prosperity; independence won't take you safely to the end.
And the present sheared asunder from the past, like an iceberg sheared off from its frozen parent cliffs, and went sailing out to sea in lonely pride. All the past ages had accomplished was as nothing.
If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.
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.
All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.
As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons-that's philosophy. People believe in God because they've been conditioned to believe in God.
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.
The more stitches, the less riches.
Nature, or anything that reminds me of nature, disturbs me; it is too large, too complicated, above all too utterly pointless and incomprehensible.
Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can't consume much if you sit still and read books.
In a word, they failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions.
The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.
The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature?
Because it is idiotic. Writing when there's nothing to say...
Ironically enough, the only people who can hold up indefinitely under the stress of modern war are psychotics. Individual insanity is immune to the consequences of collective insanity.
Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.
When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she-or he, of course, as the case may be-must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.
But as time goes on, they, as all men, will find that independence was not made for man- that it is an unnatural state- will do for a while, but will not carry us on safely to the end
It is natural to believe in God when you're alone-- quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.
Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.
Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.
But every one belongs to every one else
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.
To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.
God isn't the son of Memory; He's the son of Immediate Experience. You can't worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it's hopeless. Time Regained is Paradise Lost, and Time Lost is Paradise Regained. Let the dead bury their dead. If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you've got to die to every other moment.
A love of nature keeps no factories busy.
But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
Never put off till tomorrow the fun you can have today.
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