Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
Hate is the consequence of fear we fear something before we hate it a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise. – Cyril Connolly
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
Hate is the consequence of fear we fear something before we hate it a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise. – Cyril Connolly
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female. – Cyril Connolly
A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he set out, will have condemned himself to second-hand thoughts and to second-rate friends. – Cyril Connolly