Huxley la tenia clara

(Sobre citas de Huxley y mini pedacitos de sus libros y ensayos)

-Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
-The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.
-Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.
-Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead. Consistent intellectualism and spirituality may be socially valuable, up to a point; but they make, gradually, for individual death.
-Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.
-The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human.
-Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
-If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you've got to die to every other moment.
-Who lives longer? the man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.
-After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
-Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.
-Each person is at each moment capable of remembering all that has ever happened to him and of perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe. The function of the brain and nervous system is to protect us from being overwhelmed and confused by this mass of largely useless and irrelevant knowledge, by shutting out most of what we should otherwise perceive or remember at any moment, and leaving only that very small and special selection which is likely to be practically useful. According to such a theory, each one of us is potentially Mind at Large.
-We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies — all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
-In the days before machinery men and women who wanted to amuse themselves were compelled, in their humble way, to be artists. Now they sit still and permit professionals to entertain them by the aid of machinery. It is difficult to believe that general artistic culture can flourish in this atmosphere of passivity.