No taste is so acquired as that for someone elses quality of mind. – Cyril Connolly
Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster. – Cyril Connolly
As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers. – Cyril Connolly
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature. – Cyril Connolly