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In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.
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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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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An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.
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I am the people the mob the crowd the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
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Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
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Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
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Men of ideas vanish when freedom vanishes.
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I am! I have come through! I belong!
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Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.
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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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Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
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Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
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Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.
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I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
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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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The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.
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Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
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