Quotes by Carl Sandburg

“Nothing happens unless first we dream.”

“Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; I cover all.And pile them high at GettysburgAnd pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.Shovel them un...”

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

“A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one.”

“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”

“I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.”

“Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.”

“I speak of new cities and new peopleI tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,a sun dropped in the west.I tell you there is nothing in the worldonly an ocean...”

“I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.”

“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”

“Beware of adviceeven this.”

“So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their child came it should be a *free* child. "It must be a free child," they said to each other. "It must ...”

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”

“Let only the young come, Says the sea. Let them kiss my face And hear me. I am the last word And I tell Where storms and stars come from.”

“All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.”

“Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”

“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.”

“Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split one boulder.”

“I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the ju...”

“I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself a...”