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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Nothing happens... but first a dream.
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I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
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The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.
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Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'
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The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on.
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In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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There is no song to your singing.
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I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.
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There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
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Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.
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I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days.
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I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.
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A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
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Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.
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Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
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I been a wanderin' Early and late, New York City To the Golden Gate An' it looks like I'm never gonna cease my Wanderin'.
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