Carl Sandburg Quotes

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  • The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.393, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

    Carl Sandburg (2015). “Honey and Salt”, p.111, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.318, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • It is the business of little minds to shrink.

    Carl Sandburg (1948). “Remembrance Rock”
  • What of the Wright boys in Dayton? Just around the corner they had a shop and did a bicycle business-and they wanted to fly for the sake of flying. They were Man the Seeker, Man on a Quest. Money was their last thought, their final absent-minded idea. They threw out a lot of old mistaken measurements and figured new ones that stood up when they took off and held the air and steered a course. They proved that "the faster you go the less power you need."

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.582, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

  • You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.

  • Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

    Carl Sandburg (1928). “Smoke and steel: Slabs of the sunburnt West. Good morning, America”, Harcourt, Brace and World
  • I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

    Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.21, University of Illinois Press
  • 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'.

  • There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.410, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.317, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.317, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.317, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Life goes before we know what it is. / One fool is enough in any house. / Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah. / Take it easy and live long as brothers.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.504, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

    At his 85th birthday party on January 06, 1963. "The Best of Ralph McGill: Selected Columns" by Ralph McGill, edited by Michael Strickland, Harry Davis, and Jeff Strickland, p. 82, 1980.
  • A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

  • The people know what the land knows.

    1936 The People,Yes.
  • Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.253, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • 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
  • Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.628, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

    Carl Sandburg (2015). “The People, Yes”, p.44, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.

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

    In New York Times 13 Feb. 1959, p. 21
  • Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.50, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • There is no song to your singing.

    Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.213, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

  • One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

    "Peter's Quotations: Ideas for Our Time‎" by Laurence J. Peter, (p. 448), 1977.
  • And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

    Carl Sandburg (1978). “Breathing Tokens”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)
  • Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

    Carl Sandburg (2015). “Harvest Poems: 1910-1960”, p.100, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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