Carl Sandburg Quotes - Page 10

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.

The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on.

The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.

And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.

The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

Tell me if the lovers are losers... tell me if any get more than the lovers.

The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?

The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

I been a wanderin' Early and late, New York City To the Golden Gate An' it looks like I'm never gonna cease my Wanderin'.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.