Brave New World Technology Quotes by Aldous Huxley, William Shakespeare and many others.

All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.
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.
But every one belongs to every one else
‎”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.
The more stitches, the less riches.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.
A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.
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.
In a word, they failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.
Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards.
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.
One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer (in a milder and symbolic form) the punishments that we should like, but are unable, to inflict upon our enemies.
What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.
Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth. By simply not mentioning certain subjects… totalitarian propagandists have influenced opinion much more effectively than they could have by the most eloquent denunciations.
All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.
It is natural to believe in God when you’re alone– quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.
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.
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