No one can vouch for the origins of the medieval proverb, “No true virgin plays leapfrog with a unicorn in the forest on a spring night.” – Muriel Segal, Virgins Reluctant, Dubious & Avowed, 1977
The unicorn stands alone, still as frost. It keeps watch down the corridors of time. The past and the future meet in the presence of the unicorn; the darkness and light become one. Patient as a candle flame, inviolate, here is our guardian, keeper of the silent unknown. – Josephine Bradley, c.1980