Carl Sandburg Quotes

Inspirational quotes by Carl Sandburg

Nothing happens unless first a dream.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper until you get the right answer.
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of al evil, the sum of all blessings.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
In reply to the question, What was it the last man on earth said Where is everybody
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.
History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky -- or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

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The Rosary
 by Robert Herrick

One asked me where the roses grew.
I bade him not go seek,
But forthwith bade my Julia show
A bud in either cheek.




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