Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
The true index of a mans character is the health of his wife. – Cyril Connolly

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
The true index of a mans character is the health of his wife. – Cyril Connolly
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self. – Cyril Connolly
The civilized are those who get more out of life than the uncivilized, and for this we are not likely to be forgiven. – Cyril Connolly
Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them rest in obscurity and peace! Let my memory be left in oblivion, my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. – Robert Emmet