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Men of ideas vanish when freedom vanishes.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.
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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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In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.
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Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.
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Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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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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Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law.
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And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.
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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.
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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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Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
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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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Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders.
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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.
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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
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God, let me remember all good losers.
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The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.
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