"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."
Quote collection
Carl Sandburg quotes (page 11 of 14)
264 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning."
"out of great Russia came three dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die for: Bread, Peace, Land."
"History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it."
"You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you."
"Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in."
"Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions."
"I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me."
"Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love."
"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."
"Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between."
"Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers."
"Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes."
"A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives."
"Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring."
"Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity."
"Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'"
"There is a formal poetry perfect only in form?the number of syllables, the designated and required stresses of accent, the rhymes if wantedthey come off with the skill of a solved crossword puzzle."
"The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather."
"The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help."