To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Aldous HuxleyRead
Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.
Interpretation
Love is the most significant human experience, where moments of joy are slightly more prevalent than suffering.
This quote by Aldous Huxley emphasizes the profound nature of love as a fundamental human experience. Despite the inherent challenges and sufferings that accompany relationships, the joy and laughter derived from love make it a vital and meaningful part of life, suggesting that it is through love that we find greater happiness, even amidst pain.
In practice
During a wedding toast to celebrate the couple's love amidst everyday challenges.
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.
Love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning.
From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. She’s been everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own.
The key to beauty is always to be looking at someone who loves you, really.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.
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