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Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
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Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
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Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.
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It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life
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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 exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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Faith is indispensable, and the world at times does not seem to have quite enough of it. It can and has accomplished what seems to be the impossible. Wars have been started and men and nations lost for the lack of it. Faith starts from the individual and builds men and nations. America was built by and on the faith of our ancestors.
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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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Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.
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I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
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Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
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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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Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'
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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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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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Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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I am! I have come through! I belong!
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