For the moment the interfering neurotic who, in waking hours, tries to run the show, was blessedly out of the way. - Aldous Huxley

Not so much like drops of water, though water, it is true, can wear holes in the hardest granite; rather, drops of liquid sealing-wax, drops that adhere, incrust, incorporate themselves with what they fall on, till finally the rock is all one scarlet blob.

Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.

... the moral is plain. Avoid, if possible, being bored yourself or boring others.