And that," put in the Director sententiously, "that is the secret of happiness and virtue — liking what you've got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny.

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

For some strange reason murder has always seemed more respectable than fornication. Few people are shocked when they hear God described as the God of Battles; but what an outcry there would be if anyone spoke of him as the God of Brothels.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.

Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.

In spiritual matters, knowledge is dependent upon being; as we are, so we know.