To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Aldous HuxleyRead
For at least two thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity, idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religious or political idols
Interpretation
Our suffering often stems from human foolishness and the extremes of our beliefs.
Aldous Huxley reflects on the origins of human misery, attributing a significant portion of it to the foolishness, malice, and rigid idealism that people exhibit. He suggests that this kind of fervent belief, whether in religion or politics, can lead to destructive behaviors and justifications for harmful actions, highlighting how such attitudes contribute to the darker aspects of human experience.
In practice
In a debate about political ideologies, one might quote Huxley to emphasize the dangers of blind allegiance.
To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
In the course of history many more people have died for their drink and their dope than have died for their religion or their country.
On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.
No man ever dared to manifest his boredom so insolently as does a Siamese tomcat when he yawns in the face of his amorously importunate wife.
The leech's kiss, the squid's embrace, The prurient ape's defiling touch: And do you like the human race? No, not much.
So long as you are ready to die for humanity, the life of your country is immortal.
When explorers first encountered my people, they called us heathens, sun worshippers. They didn't understand that the sun is a relative and illuminates our path on this earth.
Men think they think upon the great political questions, and they do; but they think with their party, not independently; they read its literature, but not that of the other side
Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
We live in a society that compels us to go on using these concepts, and we no longer know what they mean.
I am malicious because I am miserable
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