Quotes by Carl Sandburg
I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
I was entering the lecture field myself in a beginning way. I had put out a circular with a dignified picture and testimonials that I was worth hearing.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Slang is the language which takes off its coat, spits on its hands - and goes to work
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
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.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of al evil, the sum of all blessings.
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
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.
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach
The people will live on. The learning and blundering people will live on.
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.
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper until you get the right answer.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
In reply to the question, What was it the last man on earth said Where is everybody
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
