Aldous Huxley Quotes

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

There is no there there.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

What art Thou then, my God? what, but the Lord God? For who is Lord but the Lord? or who is God save our God? Most highest, most good, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful, yet most just; most hidden, yet most present; most beautiful, yet most strong; stable, yet incomprehensible; unchangeable, yet all-changing; never new, never old; all-renewing, and bringing age upon the proud, and they know it not; ever working, ever at rest; still gathering, yet nothing lacking; supporting, filling, and overspreading; creating, nourishing, and maturing; seeking, yet having all things.

There was emptiness more profound than the void between the stars, for which there was no here and there and before and after, and yet out of that void the entire plenum of existence sprang forth.

I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.

Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

It is the infinite alone that cannot be attained, for if it could it would become finite.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean, when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

Perfection is always infinite.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!

Every something is an echo of nothing

Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

Nothing is a thing: it's nothing. So I can imagine a place where there's not even nothing.

All but God is changing day by day.

It is very rarely granted even to Nature herself to produce anything absolutely perfect in every part.

In the big picture, life has a gap in it. It just does. You don't go crazy trying to fill it.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

Among the great things which are found among us the existence of Nothing is the greatest.

This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.