Aldous Leonard Huxley (26 July 1894 - 22 November 1963) was an English writer and philosopher.
Author: Aldous Huxley
Aldous Leonard Huxley (26 July 1894 - 22 November 1963) was an English writer and philosopher. He wrote nearly fifty books-both novels and non-fiction works-as well as wide-ranging essays, narratives, and poems. Born into the prominent Huxley family, he graduated from Balliol College, Oxford with an undergraduate degree in English literature. Early in his career, he published short stories and poetry and edited the literary magazine Oxford Poetry, before going on to publish travel writing, satire, and screenplays. He spent the latter part of his life in the United States, living in Los Angeles from 1937 until his death. By the end of his life, Huxley was widely acknowledged as one of the foremost intellectuals of his time.
There are few so intolerant of fire as those poor, charred brands who have once been snatched from the burning. ... By that time the patents on the artillery wheel had expired and a competition had set in which was cutting down the ...
But the glowworms under the leaves in the grass shone on; they were pale and blue, and they could not dance; they never knew what it was to wheel in the air, or to fly so high that men took them for stars; they never saw the tree-tops ...
Some houses on the outskirts of the town were burning furiously. ... he had fallen forward, head downwards, beneath the gun wheel, which had passed over him, along the whole length of his body, crushing him to death.
... the wheel. Of course they were entitled to one more, but it would be the last, and a long and hard part of their trans-continental ... “I think the insulation has been burning off some of the wires of the motor, ” was his answer.
Every believer's bower is blooming for him in Paradise; every unbeliever's bed is burning for him in hell. ... Then the wheel of the Brahmanic Ixion ceases revolving, and the Buddhist Ahasuerus flings away his staff; for salvation is ...
Past huddled groups of sleepers an unending stream of refugees was seen wending their way to the ferry, dragging trunks over the uneven pavement by ropes tethered to wheelbarrows laden with the household lares and penates.