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Call it a fault of civilization. God isn't compatible with maschinery and medicine and happiness.

People believe in God because they've been conditioned to believe in God.

I'd rather be unhappy than have the sort of false, lying happiness you were having here.

The lower the caste, the shorter the oxygen.

A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly - they will go through anything.

The higher their position in the hierarchy, the deeper their resentment.

Pierced by every word that was spoken, the tight balloon of happy selfconfidence was leaking from a thousand wounds.

What fun it would be - if one didn't have to think about happiness

Stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability.

A society of Alphas couldn't fail to be unstable and miserable.

Too good - good enough to realize that all our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody's allowed to question, and a list of recipes that musn't be added to except by special permission from the head cook.

What's the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when the anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

Yes that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unplesant instead of learning to put up with it.

Men and women must have their adrenals stimulated from time to time.

The physique of a Messiah. But too clever to believe in God or be convinced of his own mission. And too sensitive, even if he were convinced, to carry it out. His muscles would like to act and his feelings would like to believe; but his nerve endings and his cleverness won't allow it.