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Aldous Leonard Huxley was an English writer and one of the most prominent members of the famous Huxley family. He spent the latter part of his life in the United States, living in Los Angeles from 1937 until his death in 1963. Best known for his novels and wide-ranging output of essays, he also published short stories, poetry, travel writing, and film stories and scripts. Through his novels and essays Huxley functioned as an examiner and sometimes critic of social mores, norms and ideals. Huxley was a humanist but was also interested towards the end of his life in spiritual subjects such as parapsychology and philosophical mysticism. By the end of his life, Huxley was widely acknowledged as one of the pre-eminent intellectuals of his time.

Books

Island

Island

In Island, his last novel, Huxley transports us to a Pacific island where, for 120 years, an ideal society has flourished. Inevitably, this island of bliss attracts the envy and enmity of the surrounding world. A conspiracy is underway to take over Pala, and events begin to move when an agent of the conspirators, a newspaperman named Faranby, is shipwrecked there. What Faranby doesn’t expect is how his time with the people of Pala will revolutionize all his values and—to his amazement—give him hope.

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.

— Aldous Huxley, Complete Essays 2, 1926-29

If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely.

— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.

— Aldous Huxley

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

— Aldous Huxley

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

— Aldous Huxley

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

— Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

— Aldous Huxley

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.

— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.

— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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

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