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Christopher Fry
Between<br>Our birth and...
Between
Our birth and death we may touch understanding
As a moth brushes a window with its...
I sometimes think<br>His...
I sometimes think
His critical judgement is so exquisite
It leaves us nothing to admire except his...
I know your...
I know your cause is lost, but in the heart
Of all right causes is a cause that cannot...
How nature loves...
How nature loves the incomplete. She knows
If she drew a conclusion it would finish...
It's always our...
It's always our touches of vanity
That manage to betray us.
Source: In Webster's...
I travel light;...
I travel light; as light,
That is, as a man can travel who will
Still carry his body around because
Of its...
In tragedy every...
In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment.
Source: In...
Try thinking of...
Try thinking of love, or something.
Amor vincit insomnia.
Source: A Sleep of...
Run on, keep...
Run on, keep your head down, cross at the double
The bursts of open day between the...
Where in this...
Where in this small-talking world can I find
A longitude with no platitude?
In my plays...
In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it...
Comedy is an...
Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.
Imagination is the...
Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.
Poetry is the...
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. . . says heaven and earth in one word. . . speaks of...
What after all<br>Is...
What after all
Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
Source: The...
Between<br>Our birth and...
Between
Our birth and death we may touch understanding
As a moth brushes a window with its...
I sometimes think<br>His...
I sometimes think
His critical judgement is so exquisite
It leaves us nothing to admire except his...
I know your...
I know your cause is lost, but in the heart
Of all right causes is a cause that cannot...
How nature loves...
How nature loves the incomplete. She knows
If she drew a conclusion it would finish...
It's always our...
It's always our touches of vanity
That manage to betray us.
Source: In Webster's...
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