Quote

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Carl Sandburg

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
Biographer
Historian
Journalist
Musicologist
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Trade Unionist
Writer
Galesburg
Illinois
Carl August Sandburg
Like
Consolation
Burn
Throw
Wrote
Literature
Away
Didn
Always

More quotes by Carl Sandburg

Image
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
Carl Sandburg
Image
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
Carl Sandburg
Image
I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?
Carl Sandburg
Image
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.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.
Carl Sandburg
Image
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
Image
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.
Carl Sandburg
Image
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.
Carl Sandburg
Image
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.
Carl Sandburg
Image
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, Come and find me, come and find me.
Carl Sandburg
Image
I am the people the mob the crowd the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
Carl Sandburg
Image
To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”
Carl Sandburg
Image
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Carl Sandburg
Image
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Carl Sandburg
Image
Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.
Carl Sandburg