Carl Sandburg
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The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
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Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
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.
In reply to the question, What was it the last man on earth said Where is everybody
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of al evil, the sum of all blessings.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper until you get the right answer.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
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My ultimate aim is to make euthanasia a positive experience.
Never do anything when you are in a temper, for you will do everything wrong.
The deferring of anger is the best antidote to anger.
The three great essentials to achieve anything worth while are: Hard work, Stick-to-itiveness, and Common sense.
It is paradoxical that many educators and parents still differentiate between a time for learning and a time for play without seeing the vital connection between them.
I think that it's more likely that in my 60s and 70s I will be writing poetry rather than fiction.
My generation of bossy, confident, baby-boom women were something brand new in history. Our energy and assertiveness weren't created by Betty Friedan, unknown before her 1963 book, or by Gloria Steinem, whose political activism, as even the Lifetime profile admitted, did not begin until 1969.
You are always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.
Better mad with the rest of the world than wise alone.
I turned to music originally because of my past and needing a release or an outlet to get out anger or frustration or hurt.
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