Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice. - Aldous Huxley

Thought is crude, matter unimaginably subtle.

"But I like the inconveniences."
"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."

He liked to think of himself as a merciless vivisector probing into the palpitating entrails of his own soul.