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Carl Sandburg Quotes about Literature

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.10, University of Illinois Press

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.63, University of Illinois Press

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Atlantic Monthly Mar. 1923 "Poetry Considered"

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.11, University of Illinois Press

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.12, University of Illinois Press

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.11, University of Illinois Press

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.10, University of Illinois Press

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.63, University of Illinois Press

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.138, University of Illinois Press

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.33, University of Illinois Press

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.11, University of Illinois Press