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
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He could not blow his nose without moralizing on the state of the handkerchief industry
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I have always disliked myself at any given moment; the total of such moments is my life
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A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he starts out, have condemned himself to second-rate thoughts, and to second-rate friends
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As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with irrational fear of life become publishers
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The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him
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Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turn before we have learnt to walk
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There is no more somber enemy of good art than the pram in the hall
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The person who is master of their passions is reason's slave.
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When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow more loyal to situations and to types
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The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.
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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.
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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.
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There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
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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.