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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The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
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.
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper until you get the right answer.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
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.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
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Parenting is one of the hardest jobs on earth.
Wealth is not without its advantages and the case to the contrary, although it has often been made, has never proved widely persuasive.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
He who keeps his cool best wins.
All men are equal before fish.
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger give, if thou art asked for little by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.
There is nothing that so much gratifies an ill tongue as when it finds an angry heart.
Studies perfect nature and are perfected still by experience.
The result justifies the deed.
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