The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment. — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“Mother, I make it known publicly: I'm tired of my little brother. Will you please Give him to some charity?” — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“THOMAS Can I have your name? RICHARD It's yours. THOMAS Now, look RICHARD It's no earthly Use to me. I travel light; as light,… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
The difference between tragedy and comedy is the difference between experience and intuition. In the experience we strive against every condition of our animal… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“A priest found an infant, about ten inches long, Crammed into the poor-box. The money had all Been taken. Nothing was there except myself,… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“JENNET. Twilight, double, treble, in and out! If I try to find my way I bark my brain On shadows sharp as rocks where… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
“JENNET What can you see Out there? THOMAS Out here? Out here is a sky so gentle Five stars are ventured on it. I… — Christopher Fry Copy Share Image
