There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall. Cyril Connolly artenemygood Change image and share on social
Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium. Cyril Connolly apathybreedclass Change image and share on social
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act? Cyril Connolly actlibertytranslation Change image and share on social
When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types. Cyril Connolly faithfulgrowindividual Change image and share on social
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving. Cyril Connolly equiploveperfectly Change image and share on social
When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin. Cyril Connolly animalbegincease Change image and share on social
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life. Cyril Connolly garliclifesalad Change image and share on social
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. Cyril Connolly artistbrambledark share on social
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. Cyril Connolly badfoodsolitary Change image and share on social
Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise. Cyril Connolly childconsequencefear Change image and share on social
