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The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading Keep Off.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Carl August Sandburg
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You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.
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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.
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To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.
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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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A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
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I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
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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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In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.
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The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.
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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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So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
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Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.
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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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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.
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Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.
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Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
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Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
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Nothing happens unless first we dream.
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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.
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