Cyril Connolly Quotes and its meanings

Cyril Connolly has written on many topics. Some of the topics he has discussed most are as follows;

Art Creativity Faith Family Fear Food Health Home Imagination Love Marriage Morning Nature Romantic Science Success War Wisdom

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What does Cyril Connolly write about?

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What are the top most famous quotes by Cyril Connolly?

Here are the top most famous quotes by 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.
  • Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
  • Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.
  • Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
  • Hate is the consequence of fear we fear something before we hate it a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.
  • Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.
  • The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
  • The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.
  • The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.
  • 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.