Quotes by Carl Sandburg

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 not be a child standing still all its life on a street corner. Yes, if we have a child she mist be free to run across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea. Yes, it must be a free child.So time passed on. Their child came. It was a railroad train, the Golden Spike Limited, the fastest long distance train in the Rootabaga Country. It ran across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea.

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.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

Stormy husky brawling City of the Big Shoulders.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure if they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.

There are people who want to be everywhere at once and they get nowhere.

Hope is an echo hope ties itself yonder yonder.

Love your neighbor as yourself but dont take down the fence.

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.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Im an idealist: I dont know where Im going but Im on my way.

1 tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land wanting to fly in the air.

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

The past is a bucket of ashes so live not in your yesterdays nor just for tomorrow but in the here and now.

Sometime theyll give a war and nobody will come.

Slang is language which takes off its coat spits on its hands - and goes to work.

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