Carl Sandburg
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Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
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I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
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.
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.
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.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper until you get the right answer.
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My relationship to power and authority is that I'm all for it. People need somebody to watch over them. Ninety-five percent of the people in the world need to be told what to do and how to behave.
I grew up on Bette Davis movies, and Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
I don't think that a same-sex marriage is the way God intended it to be.
Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.
We seldom find any person of good sense, except those who share our opinions.
If you tell God no because He won't explain the reason He wants you to do something, you are actually hindering His blessing. But when you say yes to Him, all of heaven opens to pour out His goodness and reward your obedience. What matters more than material blessings are the things He is teaching us in our spirit.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best.
Humility is truth.
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