Aldous Huxley Quotes

'Hamlet' is one of the most dangerous things ever set down on paper. All the big, unknowable questions like what it is to be a human being; the difference between sanity and insanity; the meaning of life and death; what's real and not real. All these subjects can literally drive you mad.

for in the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?

One idea I explore in my stand-up show is whether, if you try looking at the universe rationally and avoid coping mechanisms like mysticism or religion, you can still be happy knowing you are going to die after a brief time on this spinning ball.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

I'm not a god - I do bad things.

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.

I'm not a saint. I'm not an angel. I'm a human being.

Any art worthy of its name should address 'life', 'man', 'nature', 'death' and 'tragedy'.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

We're all sinners. Everybody you meet all over the world is a sinner.

It's a fallen world. We eat and sacrifice in the process.

If you don't ponder the end of the world on a regular basis, I don't think you're really human.

As human beings, we are all flawed. And just like there is a good side, there is also a bad side waiting to find its way out.

I think that there's a little bit of bad in all of us.

I guess what I always found funny was the human condition.

We have darkness as human beings.

What is man? He's just a collection of chemicals with delusions of grandeur.

Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

Human, all too human.

No other life forms know they are alive, and neither do they know they will die. This is our curse alone. Without this hex upon our heads, we would never have withdrawn as far as we have from the natural—so far and for such a time that it is a relief to say what we have been trying with our all not to say: We have long since been denizens of the natural world. Everywhere around us are natural habitats, but within us is the shiver of startling and dreadful things. Simply put: We are not from here. If we vanished tomorrow, no organism on this planet would miss us. Nothing in nature needs us.