Cyril Connolly
Cyril Connolly
Cyril Vernon Connollywas a literary critic and writer. He was the editor of the influential literary magazine Horizonand wrote Enemies of Promise, which combined literary criticism with an autobiographical exploration of why he failed to become the successful author of fiction that he had aspired to be in his youth...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth10 September 1903
dream children hate
There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear is lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, popularity, vanity and our dreams and plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may learn to cease from hating. Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noises.
children fear hate
Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.
weed lying flower
A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.
funny death suicide
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
life success secret
The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.
book people career-success
The books I haven't written are better than the books other people have.
reality history drug
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.
dream selfish night
Beneath this mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivilous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit ridden, I let it reform.
beautiful art rewards
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication.
dream waste understood
Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.
together drink believer
In my religion all believers would stop work at sundown and have a drink together.
art writing literature
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
inspirational nice writing
Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
sex war weapons
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.