Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Patience
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Language
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Poetry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Art, One liners, Poets, Poetry
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the sky.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Poetry, Poets
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: City Life, Cities
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.
—Carl Sandburg
A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Family
The past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, nor just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post-mortems. And remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: The Present, Past and Present, The Past, Past, Live-now, Virtue, Moving on
I have written some poetry that I don’t understand myself.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Poets, Art, Poetry
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Time Management
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Language
I won’t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Religion
The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Intelligence, Cunning
If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: America
If she America forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.
—Carl Sandburg
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.
—Carl Sandburg
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Money
Shakespeare, Leonardo Da Vinci, Benjamin Franklin, and Lincoln never saw a movie, heard a radio, or looked at a TV. They had loneliness and knew what to do with it. They were not afraid of being lonely because they knew that was when the creative mood in them would mark.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Solitude
Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Peace
The time for action is now. It’s never too late to do something.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Time Management, Procrastination, Action
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Solitude, Creativity
A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Opinion, God, Babies, One liners
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: America
Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Poetry, Poets, One liners
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
—Carl Sandburg
Who put up that cage? Who hung it up with bars, doors? Why do those on the inside want to get out? Why do those outside want to get in? What is this crying inside and out all the time? What is this endless, useless beating of baffled wings at these bars, doors, this cage?
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Faith
Hog butcher for the world,
Tool maker, stacker of wheat,
Player with railroads and the nation’s freight handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the big shoulders.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Cities, City Life
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you wake in the morning.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Optimism
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
—Carl Sandburg
Topics: Hell
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