Love is as necessary to human beings as food and shelter; [but] without intelligence, ... love is impotent and freedom unattainable.

There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it.

In a word, they failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions.

Reality, no matter how utopian, seems to be something people need to frequently take a holiday from.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

Today we are faced, I think, with the approach of what may be called the ultimate revolution, the final revolution, where man can act directly on the mind-body of his fellows.

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes. . . . it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it.