Carl Sandburg Quotes

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

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.

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.

I`m an idealist. I don`t know where I`m going, but I`m on my way.

Sometime they`ll give a war and nobody will come.

A baby is God`s opinion that the world should go on.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I won`t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work

I`ve written some poetry I don`t understand myself.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

Sometime they`ll give a war and nobody will come.

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 the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

I`m an idealist. I don`t know where I`m going, but I`m on my way.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.