Carl Sandburg

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and…

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang…

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me…

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard…

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance…

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to…

To be a good loser is to learn how to win…

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of…

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned…

I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself…

I learned you can’t trust the judgment of good friends…

When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found…

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes…

I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way…

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor…