Antic Hay

“Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?””

— Aldous Huxley

“...‘I am interested in everything,’ interrupted Gumbril Junior.‘Which comes to the same thing,’ said his father parenthetically, ‘as being interested in nothing.””

— Aldous Huxley

“Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.””

— Aldous Huxley

“Shearwater sighed, like a whale in the night.””

— Aldous Huxley

“Many seeds had fallen in the stony places of his spirit, to spring luxuriantly up into stalky plants and wither again because they had no deepness of earth; many had been sown there and had died, since his mother scattered the seeds of the wild flowers””

— Aldous Huxley

“...‘Beetles, black beetles’ – his father had a really passionate feeling about the clergy. Mumbo-jumbery was another of his favourite words. An atheist and an anti-clerical of the strict old school he was.””

— Aldous Huxley

“Hora novissima, tempora pessima sunt, vigilemus...””

— Aldous Huxley

“...good she had been. Not nice, not merely molto simpatico – how charmingly and effectively these foreign tags assist one in calling a spade by some other name! – but good. You felt the active radiance of her goodness when you were near her…. And that feeling, was that less real and valid than two plus two?””

— Aldous Huxley

“Christlike in my behavior Like any good believerI imitate the SaviorAnd cultivate a beaver””

— Aldous Huxley