Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. – Christopher Fry
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. – Christopher Fry
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. – Christopher Fry
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing. – Christopher Fry
The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. – Christopher Fry
Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair a narrow escape into faith. – Christopher Fry