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An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on.
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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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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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An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, Come and find me, come and find me.
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We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.
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The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
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I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
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Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
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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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All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
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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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Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.
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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 fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
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We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.
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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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Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
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Men of ideas vanish when freedom vanishes.
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A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
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Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
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