To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Aldous HuxleyRead
The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human.
Interpretation
The quote highlights how propaganda can dehumanize certain groups of people.
Aldous Huxley's quote reflects the insidious nature of propaganda, suggesting that its primary goal is to create a divide between groups, making some people view others as less than human. This process of dehumanization can facilitate prejudice, violence, and conflict, as it strips individuals of their inherent empathy and humanity, allowing harmful ideologies to flourish unchecked.
In practice
During a speech about media influence on society.
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.
Without stepping out the door, you can know the world.
Doubt is part of all religion. All the religious thinkers were doubters.
It's my view that gender is culturally formed, but it's also a domain of agency or freedom and that it is most important to resist the violence that is imposed by ideal gender norms, especially against those who are gender different, who are nonconforming in their gender presentation.
Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.
It is better for you to be free of fear lying upon a pallet, than to have a golden couch and a rich table and be full of trouble.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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