The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. – Christopher Fry
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. – Christopher Fry

The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. – Christopher Fry
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. – Christopher Fry
Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time. – Christopher Fry
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. – Christopher Fry
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers