Aldous Huxley


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Aldous Leonard Huxley (26 July 1894 – 22 November 1963) was an English writer and one of the most prominent members of the famous Huxley family. Best known for his novels including Brave New World and a wide-ranging output of essays, Huxley also edited the magazine Oxford Poetry, and published short stories, poetry, travel writing, film stories and scripts. Huxley spent the later part of his life ... more »

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  • ''Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.''
    Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British author. "Wordsworth in the Tropics," Do What You Will (1929).
  • ''Good is a product of the ethical and spiritual artistry of individuals; it cannot be mass-produced.''
    Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British author. Grey Eminence, ch. 10 (1941).
  • ''Europe is so well gardened that it resembles a work of art, a scientific theory, a neat metaphysical system. Man has re-created Europe in his own image.''
    Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British author. "Wordsworth in the Tropics," Do What You Will (1929).
  • ''Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.''
    Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British author. "Wordsworth in the Tropics," Do What You Will (1929).
  • ''The quality of moral behaviour varies in inverse ratio to the number of human beings involved.''
    Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), British author. Grey Eminence, ch. 10 (1941).
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Love Song

Dear absurd child- too dear to my cost I've found-
God made your soul for pleasure, not for use:
It cleaves no way, but angled broad obtuse,
Impinges with a slabby-bellied sound
Full upon life, and on the rind of things
Rubs its sleek self and utters purr and snore
And all the gamut of satisfied murmurings,
Content with that, nor wishes anything more.

A happy infant, daubed to the eyes in juice
Of peaches that flush bloody at the core,
Naked you bask upon a south-sea shore,
While o'er your tumbling bosom the hair...

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