Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. – Cyril Connolly

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food. – Cyril Connolly
The true index of a mans character is the health of his wife. – Cyril Connolly
We must select the Illusion which appeals to our temperament and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy. – Cyril Connolly
Dear to us are those who love us… but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit, and urge us to new and unattempted performances. – Ralph Waldo Emerson