Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.
Christopher FryThe moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
Christopher FryIf we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
Christopher Fry