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All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
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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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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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The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.
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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.”
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The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and takes her time
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
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Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
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And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.
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A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
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