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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Best Poem of Aldous Huxley

Darkness

My close-walled soul has never known
That innermost darkness, dazzling sight,
Like the blind point, whence the visions spring
In the core of the gazer's chrysolite…
The mystic darkness that laps God's throne
In a splendour beyond imagining,
So passing bright.

But the many twisted darknesses
That range the city to and fro,
In aimless subtlety pass and part
And ebb and glutinously flow;
Darkness of lust and avarice,
Of the crippled body and the crooked heart…
These darknesses I know.

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