To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Aldous HuxleyRead
Man is so intelligent that he feels impelled to invent theories to account for what happens in the world. Unfortunately, he is not quite intelligent enough, in most cases, to find correct explanations. So that when he acts on his theories, he behaves very often like a lunatic.
Interpretation
Humans create theories to explain the world, but often these theories are flawed, leading to irrational actions.
Aldous Huxley critiques the human tendency to seek explanations for complex phenomena through theories, highlighting that this intelligence can sometimes backfire. While the desire to understand the world is a testament to our intellect, the failure to derive accurate explanations can lead to misguided actions, illustrating a paradox of human cognition.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the dangers of pseudoscience in public debates.
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.
In proportion as a church is holy, in that proportion will its testimony for Christ be powerful.
Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going.
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
When people complain of life, it is almost always because they have asked impossible things of it.
Are our lives truly filled with the presence of God? How many things take the place of God in my life each day?
If minds are wholly dependent on brains and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees.
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