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
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph — green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree. – Cyril Connolly
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning. – Cyril Connolly
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once. – Cyril Connolly