Aldous Huxley Quotes

I'm just physically stupid.

We owe our big brains less to inventiveness than to conflicts of interest among social minds engaged in an arms race to be the best at manipulating others.

For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.

A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!

People ask how I learned to play bass with one hand. Well, with a face like mine, you learn to do a lot of things with one hand.

The finer the instrument, the greater the power. The mind is much finer and more powerful than the body.

We're still just the world's premium brand of ape.

Intelligence increases mere physical ability one half. The use of the head abridges the labor of the hands.

I've got such effeminate hands. I could never be strong. Whenever I even got to a save, my fingers would just bend back and the ball would hit me in the face.

Keep in mind that I'm crazy, won't you?

The brain is not an organ we are authorized to use. We are supposed to use only our hands and legs.

Where will you go to seek Brahman? He is immanent in all beings. Here, here is the visible Brahman! Shame on those who, neglecting the visible Brahman, set their minds on other things! Here is the visible Brahman before you as tangible as a fruit in one's hand! Can't you see? Here - here - is Brahman!

A healthy mind can live in an unhealthy body.

I think it is undeniably true that the human brain must work in models. The trick is to have your brain work better than the other person's brain because it understands the most fundamental models- ones that will do most work per unit.

We may prefer to think of ourselves as fallen angels, but in reality we are rising apes.

Oh! This'll impress you - I'm actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook. Obviously my family is so proud. Keep in mind though, I'm a PEZ dispenser and I'm in the abnormal Psychology textbook. Who says you can't have it all?

Luck is my middle name. Mind you, my first name is Bad.

For they have nothing to fight me with, save the brute force of their numbers. I have my mind.

I'm very introverted, so it requires a huge effort for me to put on a smile and extend a hand and accept compliments. I would much rather be insulted than complimented any day.

Stay out of my mind. You certainly weren't invited.' Her hands went to her hips. 'And just for the record, your mind needs to be washed out with soap! Half the things you think we're going to do are never going to happen. I could never look at you again.

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

When we try to imagine what God is like we must of necessity use that-which-is-not- God as the raw material for our minds to work on; hence whatever we visualize God to be, He is not, for we have constructed our image out of that which He has made and what He has made is not God. If we insist upon trying to imagine Him, we end with an idol, made not with hands but with thoughts; and an idol of the mind is as offensive to God as an idol of the hand.

Ideas in the head set hands about their several tasks.

Designed by architects with honorable intentions but hands of palsy.