Autumn Quote by Cyril Connolly Download Open image “Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.” — Cyril Connolly ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Daffodil Fallen Fallen leaves Grass Lying November Sun
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Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be read once. — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
Beautiful women must think about their beauty as capitalists think about their investments or politicians about their majorities; it is all they have to… — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
We cannot be happy until we can love ourselves without egotism and our friends without tyranny. — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine? — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
“Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice.” — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
“Our memories are card-indexes consulted and then put back in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.” — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
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Failure on the other hand is infectious. The world is full of charming failures (for all charming people have something to conceal, usually their… — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
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