Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats? — Christopher Fry
The skirts of the Gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss. — Christopher Fry
How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her. — Christopher Fry
What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens. — Christopher Fry
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke — Christopher Fry
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, as a moth brushes a window with its wing. — Christopher Fry
The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school. — Christopher Fry
The best thing we can do is to make wherever we’re lost in look as much like home as we can. — Christopher Fry