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1878-1967, American writer, recipient of three Pulitzer Prices

Nothing happens unless first a dream.
Carl Sandburg

The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.
Carl Sandburg

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
Carl Sandburg

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their
understanding shocked and insulted.
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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
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Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it
will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
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There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere.
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Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
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When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found - they
forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.
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Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a
red-headed child.
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Carl Sandburg

All politicians should have three hats: One to throw into the ring, one to talk through, and one
to pull rabbits out of if elected.
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Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
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The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.
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In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
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To be a good loser is to learn how to win.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.
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Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw
the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
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Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
Carl Sandburg

I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers
good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
Carl Sandburg

We may pull apart the petals of a rose or make chemical analysis of its perfume, but the
mystic beauty of its form and odor is still a secret, locked in to where we have no keys.
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A book is never a masterpiece: It becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
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A baby is God's opinion that life should go on. A book that does nothing to you is dead. A
baby, whether it does anything to you, represents life. If a bad fire should break out in this
house and I had my choice of saving the library or the babies, I would save what is alive.
Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a
newborn baby.
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A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first
awake.
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Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.
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Count reminiscenes like money.
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Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them
back.
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One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
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Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are
the dangers and splendors of life.
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Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
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Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes.
And those having it in one test never know for sure if they have it when the next test comes.
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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

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