Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.
Carl Sandburg
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
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
Corners
Station
Right
Wrote
Editors
Years
Letters
Rejected
Stations
Street
Poems
Later
Rejection
Streets
Corner
Brooks
Read
Sent
Agreed
Two
More quotes by Carl Sandburg
The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Carl Sandburg
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
Carl Sandburg
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
Carl Sandburg
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.
Carl Sandburg
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
a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
Carl Sandburg
People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.
Carl Sandburg
An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.
Carl Sandburg
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
All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
Carl Sandburg
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.
Carl Sandburg
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
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
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
Carl Sandburg
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Carl Sandburg
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Carl Sandburg
The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.
Carl Sandburg
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
Carl Sandburg