Cyril Connolly

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark read more

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he starts out, have condemned himself to second-rate thoughts, and to second-rate read more

A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he starts out, have condemned himself to second-rate thoughts, and to second-rate friends

The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting read more

The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him

Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of taste.

Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of taste.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear read more

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.