Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those who do.
Cyril ConnollyBoys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.
Cyril ConnollyWhen 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 ConnollyA 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.
Cyril Connolly