No taste is so acquired as that for someone elses quality of mind. – Cyril Connolly
If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are – like fishes not meant to swim. – Cyril Connolly
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
Imprisoned in every fat man, a thin one is wildly signaling to be let out. – Cyril Connolly