Brave New World John Quotes

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.

We can't allow science to undo its own good work.

When the individual feels, the community reels.

What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.

But every one belongs to every one else

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery.

The more stitches, the less riches.

Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

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.

No social stability without individual stability.

All conditioning aims at that: making people like their inescapable social destiny.

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.

‎"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.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Lying in bed, he would think of Heaven and London.

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

"All right then," said the savage defiantly, I'm claiming the right to be unhappy." "Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence. "I claim them all," said the Savage at last.

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.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.

And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past, you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears-that's what soma is.