A Quote by Cyril Connolly

Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present. — © Cyril Connolly
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
Man (and woman) has an infinite capacity for self-development. Equally, he has an infinite capacity for self-destruction. A human being may be clinically alive and yet, despite all appearances, spiritually dead.
There is a fundamental law that the tissue of the human body will waste away through idleness and disuse. Conversely, muscles and vessel that are stressed grow and increase in capacity. This same basic law also applies to spiritual and intellectual growth and can be achieved only by continual nourishment and effort in day-to-day living.
It is not only the prisoners who grow coarse and hardened from corporal punishment, but those as well who perpetrate the act or are present to witness it.
Talent is the infinite capacity for taking pains. Genius is the infinite capacity for achievement without taking any pains at all.
The only thing infinite is our capacity for self-deception
The East German manages to combine a Teutonic capacity for bureauracy with a Russian capacity for infinite delay
After all, I quite naturally want to live in order to fulfill my whole capacity for living, and not in order to fulfill my reasoning capacity alone, which is no more than some one-twentieth of my capacity for living. What does reason know? It knows only what it has managed to learn (and it may never learn anything else; that isn't very reassuring, but why not admit it?), while human nature acts as a complete entity, with all that is in it, consciously or unconsciously; and though it may be wrong, it's nevertheless alive.
The infinity of All ever bringing forth anew, and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.
In knowing ourselves to be unique, we possess the capacity for becoming conscious of the infinite. But only then!
We are never aware of the present; each instant of living becomes perceptible only when it is past, so that in a sense we do not live at all, but only remember living.
The sum of the whole is plainly this: The nature of man considered in his single capacity, and with respect only to the present world, is adapted and leads him to attain the greatest happiness he can for himself in the present world.
There are living systems; there is no living "matter." No substance, no single molecule, extracted and isolated from a living being possess, of its own, the aforementioned paradoxical properties. They are present in living systems only; that is to say, nowhere below the level of the cell.
The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.
Ahimsa means infinite love, which again means infinite capacity for suffering.
Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.
Most people are prisoners, thinking only about the future or living in the past. They are not in the present, and the present is where everything begins.
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