No taste is so acquired as that for someone elses quality of mind. – Cyril Connolly
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
No taste is so acquired as that for someone elses quality of mind. – 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
Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth. – Cyril Connolly