My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing. – Aldous Huxley
Perhaps its good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if hes happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life? – Aldous Huxley
One of the many reasons for the bewildering and tragic character of human existence is the fact that social organization is at once necessary and fatal. Men are forever creating such organizations for their own convenience and forever finding themselves the victims of their home-made monsters. – Aldous Huxley
What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood. – Aldous Huxley
Who that knows the trail from Mill Valley to Bolinas, by way of Willow Camp, can ever forget the enchanting beauty of the panorama that unfolds before the vision? The tenderest tenderfoot forgets the toil of climbing in contemplation of its delights and surprises. – Eufina C. Tompkins, “Story of Two California Artists,” in Sunset, June 1904