Quote by Christopher Fry
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. -

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. – Christopher Fry

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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

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The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. – Christopher Fry

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For whatever reason, people, including very well-educated people or people otherwise interested in reading, do not read poetry. – Paul Muldoon

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Ive written some poetry I dont understand myself. – Carl Sandburg

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You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, or just whats in your heart. – Carol Ann Duffy

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I believe that the short story is as different a form from the novel as poetry is, and the best stories seem to me to be perhaps closer in spirit to poetry than to novels. – Tobias Wolff

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Im beginning to understand myself. But it would have been great to be able to understand myself when I was 20 rather than when I was 82. – Dave Brubeck

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Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures. – John Ruskin (1819–1900), Proserpina: Studies of Wayside Flowers, While the