Point Counter Point Quotes

“I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one; it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.”
― Aldous Huxley , Point Counter Point

“Our vanity makes us exaggerate the importance of human life; the individual is nothing; Nature cares only for the species.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Our civilisation being what it is, you've got to spent eight hours out of every twenty-four as a mixture between an imbecile and a sewing machine. It's very disagreeable, I know. It's humiliating and disgusting. But there you are. You've got to do it, otherwise the whole fabric of our world will fall to bits and we'll starve. Do the job then, idiotically and mechanically; and spend your leisure hours in being a real complete man or woman.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Everybody strains after happiness, and the result is that nobody's happy.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Something that had been a single cell, a cluster of cells, a little sac of tissue, a kind of worm, a potential fish with gills, stirred in her womb and would one day become a man--a grown man, suffering and enjoying, loving and hating, thinking, remembering, imagining. And what had been a blob of jelly within her body would invent a god and worship; what had been a kind of fish would create, and, having created, would become the battleground of disputing good and evil; what had blindly lived in her as a parasitic worm would look at the stars, would listen to music, would read poetry.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“The place is good. How good, one must have circumnavigated the globe to discover. Why not stay? Take root? But roots are chains. I have a terror of losing my freedom. Free, without ties, unpossessed by any possessions, free to do as one will, to go at a moment's notice wherever the fancy may suggest--it is good. But so is this place. Might it not be better? To gain freedom one sacrifices something [...] and all that these things and people signify. One sacrifices something--for a greater gain in knowledge, in understanding, in intensified living? I sometimes wonder.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Happiness is like coke — something you get as a by-product in the process of making something else.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“An irrelevance, and your life's altered.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“«Ahora me doy cuenta de que el verdadero encanto de la vida intelectual —la vida consagrada a la erudición, a las investigaciones científicas, a la filosofía, a la estética, a la crítica— es su facilidad. Es la sustitución de las complejidades de la realidad por simples esquemas intelectuales, o de los desconcertantes movimientos de la vida por la muerte formal y tranquila. Es incomparablemente más fácil saber muchas cosas, por ejemplo, acerca de la historia del arte y tener ideas profundas acerca de la metafísica y de la sociología, que saber intuitiva y personalmente algo acerca de nuestros semejantes, y llevar relaciones satisfactorias con nuestros amigos y nuestras amantes, nuestra mujer y nuestros hijos. Vivir es mucho más difícil que el sánscrito, la química o la economía política. La vida intelectual es un juego de niños; lo cual explica el que los intelectuales tiendan a convertirse en niños, y luego en imbéciles, y finalmente, como claramente de muestra la historia política e industrial de los últimos siglos, en lunáticos homicidas y bestias salvajes. Las funciones reprimidas no mueren; se deterioran, degeneran, retrogradan al estado primitivo. Pero, entretanto, es mucho más fácil ser un niño intelectual, o un lunático, o una bestia, que un hombre adulto y armonioso. He ahí por qué, entre otras razones, existe tanta demanda de educación superior. Las gentes se abalanzan hacia los libros y las universidades como hacia los cafés. Quieren ahogar su conciencia de las dificultades que presenta el vivir adecuadamente en este grotesco mundo contemporáneo: quieren olvidar su deplorable insuficiencia en el arte de la vida. Algunos ahogan sus penas en alcohol, mientras que otros, todavía más numerosos, las ahogan en los libros y en el diletantismo artístico; algunos tratan de olvidarse a sí mismos por medio de la fornicación, el baile, el cinematógrafo, la radiotelefonía; otros, por medio de conferencias y ocupaciones científicas. Los libros y las conferencias son mejores para ahogar las penas que la bebida y la fornicación: no dejan dolor de cabeza, ni aquella desesperante sensación del post coitum triste.»”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“A whole population of strangers inhabited and shaped that little body, lived in that mind and controlled its wishes, dictated its thoughts...The name was an abstraction, a title arbitrarily given, like "France" or "England," to a collection, never long the same, of many individuals who were born, lived, and died within him, as the inhabitants of a country appear and disappear, but keep alive in their passage the identity of the nation to which they belong.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Being cared for when one is dead is less satisfactory than being cared for when one is alive.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“If I’m no real good, I prefer to be just frankly no good. I don’t want to disguise myself as a man of learning. I don’t want to be the representative of a hobby. I want to be what nature made me—no good.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Work, the gospel of work, the sanctity of work, laborare est orare - all that tripe and nonsense. 'Work!' he once broke out contemptuously against the reasonable expostulations of Philip Quarles, 'work is no more respectable than alcohol, and it serves exactly the same purpose: it just distracts the mind, makes a man forget himself. Work's simply a drug, that's all. It's humiliating that men shouldn't be able to live without drugs, soberly; it's humiliating that they shouldn't have the courage to see the world and themselves as they really are. They must intoxicate themselves with work. It's stupid. The gospel of work's just a gospel of stupidity and funk. Work may be prayer; but it's also hiding one's head in the sand, it's also making such a din and a dust that a man can't hear himself speak or see his own hand before his face. It's hiding yourself from yourself. No wonder the Samuel Smileses and the big business men are such enthusiasts for work. Work gives them the comforting illusion of existing, even of being important. If they stopped working, they'd realize that they simply weren't there at all, most of them. Just holes in the air, that's all. Holes with perhaps a rather nasty smell in them. Most Smilesian souls must smell rather nasty, I should think. No wonder they daren't stop working. They might find out what they really are, or rather aren't. It's a risk they haven't the courage to take.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“The question for the man of sense is: Do we or do we not want to go to hell? And his answer is: No, we don't. And if that's his answer, then he won't have anything to do with any of the politicians. Because they all want to land us in hell.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Resentment bred shame, and shame in its turn bred more resentment.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“In the street he drew a deep breath. He was free. Free from recollection and anticipation. Free, for an hour or two, to refuse to admit the existence of the past or future. Free to live only now and here, in the place where his body happened at each instant to be. Free -- but the boast was idle; he went on remembering. Escape was not so easy a matter.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Habit is as fatal to a sense of wrongdoing as to active enjoyment.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“I think of you so incessantly, so insistently. The thought of you is always there. It lies hidden, a latency, in the most unlikely things and places, ready at the command of some chance association to jump out at me from its ambush.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Still, hell or no hell, it was satisfactory, it was even exciting in those early days to know that one was doing something bad and wrong. But there is in debauchery something so intrinsically dull, something so absolutely and hopelessly dismal, that it is only the rarest beings, gifted with much less than the usual amount of intelligence and much more than the usual intensity of appetite, who can go on actively enjoying a regular course of vice or continue actively to believe in its wickedness. Most habitual debauchees are debauchees not because they enjoy debauchery, but because they are uncomfortable when deprived of it. Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities. The man who has formed a habit of women or gin, of opium-smoking or flagellation, finds it as difficult to live without his vice as to live without bread and water, even though the actual practice of the vice may have become in itself as unexciting as eating a crust or drinking a glass from the kitchen tap. Habit is as fatal to a sense of wrong-doing as to active enjoyment. After a few years the converted or sceptical Jew, the Westernized Hindu, can eat their pork and beef with an equanimity which to their still-believing brothers seems brutally cynical. It is the same with the habitual debauchee. Actions which at first seemed thrilling in their intrinsic wickedness become after a certain number of repetitions morally neutral. A little disgusting, perhaps; for the practice of most vices is followed by depressing physiological reactions; but no longer wicked, because so ordinary. It is difficult for a routine to seem wicked.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Everything that happens is intrinsically like the man it happens to.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Encendió un cigarrillo para desinfectar la memoria.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Nature is monstrously unjust. There is no substitute for talent. Industry and all the virtues are of no avail.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“The fact of shame is significant. We feel spontaneously ashamed of the body and its activities. That's a sign of the body's absolute and natural inferiority.' 'Absolute and natural rubbish!' said Rampion indignantly.'shame isn't spontaneous, to begin with. It's artificial, it's acquired. You can make people ashamed of anything. Agonizingly ashamed of wearing brown boots with a black coat, or speaking with the wrong sort of accent, or having a drop at the end of their noses. Of absolutely anything, including the body and its functions. But that particular shame's just as artificial as any other. The Christians invented it, just as the tailors in Savile Row invented the shame of wearing brown boots with a black coat. There was precious little of it before Christian times. Look at the Greeks, the Etruscans.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Compania lui Rampion mă cam indispune, căci mă face să înţeleg marea prăpastie care desparte conştiinţa lucrurilor evidente de trăirea lor efectivă. Şi vai, câte greutăţi ai de întâmpinat când vrei să treci acea prăpastie! Înţeleg acum de ce marele farmec al vieţii intelectuale – viaţa devotată erudiţiei, cercetărilor ştiinţifice, filosofiei, esteticii, criticii – constă în uşurinţa ei. E o substituire de simple scheme intelectuale în locul complexităţilor realităţii... E incomparabil mai uşor să ştii multe, să spunem, în domeniul istoriei artei şi să ai cele mai adânci idei asupra metafizicii şi sociologiei, decât să cunoşti personal şi intuitiv amănunte despre cei din jurul tău, să ai legături mulţumitoare cu iubitele şi prietenii tăi, cu nevasta şi copiii tăi. Viaţa e mult mai grea decât limba sanscrită, chimia sau ştiinţele economice. Viaţa intelectualului e un joc de copii; iată de ce intelectualii tind să devină puerili, apoi imbecili şi, în sfârşit, aşa cum demonstrează limpede istoria politicii şi industriei din ultimele secole, ţicniţi, cu idei criminale sau fiare. ... e mult mai uşor să fii un intelectual pueril, un ţicnit sau o fiară decât să fii un om matur, echilibrat, iată de ce (printre alte motive) se simte şi o atât de mare nevoie de educaţie superioară. Goana după cărţi şi universităţi e ca o goană după băutură. Oamenii vor să înece în alcool înţelegerea greutăţilor de a trăi decent în această lume contemporană grotescă, şi vor să uite propria lor incapacitate deplorabilă de a reuşi ca artişti în viaţă. Unii îşi îneacă grijile în alcool, alţii, mai numeroşi, citind cărţi şi practicând diletantismul artistic.(Philip Quarles)”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“It was about half-past one—‘only half-past one,’ Lucy complained—when she and Walter and Spandrell left the restaurant. ‘Still young,’ was Spandrell’s comment on the night. ‘Young and rather insipid. Nights are like human beings—never interesting till they’re grown up. Round about midnight they reach puberty. At a little after one they come of age. Their prime is from two to half-past. An hour later they’re growing rather desperate, like those man-eating women and waning middle-aged men who hop around twice as violently as they ever did in the hope of persuading themselves that they’re not old. After four they’re in full decay. And their death is horrible. Really horrible at sunrise, when the bottles are empty and people look like corpses and desire’s exhausted itself into disgust. I have rather a weakness for the deathbed scenes, I must confess,’ Spandrell added. ‘I’m”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“Philip was silent. These discussions of personal relations always made him uncomfortable. They threatened his solitude - that solitude which, with a part of his mind, he deplored (for he felt himself cut off from much he would have liked to experience), but in which alone he felt himself free. At ordinary times he took this inward solitude for granted, as one accepts the atmosphere in which one lives. But when it was menaced, he became only too painfully aware of its importance to him; he fought for it, as a choking man fights for air. But it was a fight without violence, a negative battle of retirement and defence.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point