Quote by Aldous Huxley
There isnt any formula or method. You learn to love by loving - by

There isnt any formula or method. You learn to love by loving – by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done. – Aldous Huxley

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De Sade is the one completely consistent and thoroughgoing revolutionary of history. – Aldous Huxley

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History
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The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different. – Aldous Huxley

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Philosophical
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If it were not for the intellectual snobs who pay, the arts would perish with their starving practitioners — let us thank heaven for hypocrisy. – Aldous Huxley

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Those whom we can love, we can hate to others we are indifferent. – Henry David Thoreau

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You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you. – Robert Anton Wilson

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There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love. – Erich Fromm

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May we not succumb to thoughts of violence and revenge today, but rather to thoughts of mercy and compassion. We are to love our enemies that they might be returned to their right minds. – Marianne Williamson

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Poets are candid. They tell us not under an abstract, but an individual form, in which reality breathes, what humanity thinks in the most secret recesses of its mind. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

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