For Us Humans, Everything Is Permanent -

I Think That Once You've Produced A Conformist, A Totally Conformist Society, A Society In Which There Were No Critics, That Would In Fact Be An Exact Equivalent Of The Totalitarian Societies Against Which We Are Supposed To Be Fighting In A Cold War.

Travel, Of Course, Narrows The Mind.

The Only Thing That Really Teaches One What Life's About The Joy Of Understanding, The Joy Of Coming In Contact With What Life Really Signifies - Is Suffering, Affliction.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment. I Asked For Bread And Was Given A Tranquilliser.

Writers Like Aldous Huxley And George Orwell Have Imagined The Sort Of Scientific Utopia Which Is Coming To Pass, But Already Their Nightmare Fancies Are Hopelessly Out Of Date. A Vast, Air-conditioned, Neon-lighted, Glass-and-chromium Broiler-house Begins To Take Shape, In Which Geneticists Select The Best Stocks To Fertilise, And Watch Over The Developing Embryo To Ensure That All Possibilities Of Error And Distortion Are Eliminated.