Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster. – Cyril Connolly
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self. – Cyril Connolly
Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster. – Cyril Connolly
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self. – Cyril Connolly
Imprisoned in every fat man, a thin one is wildly signaling to be let out. – Cyril Connolly
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning. – Cyril Connolly