Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self. – Cyril Connolly

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self. – 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
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. – Cyril Connolly