Charles Osgood Quote

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest

Every child begins the world again

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk

Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable