Carl Sandburg Quotes

The secret to happiness is to admire without desiring.

The people know the salt of the sea and the strength of the winds lashing the corners of the earth. The people take the earth as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope. Who else speaks for the Family of Man?

I speak of new cities and new people
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,
a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
only an ocean of tomorrows.
a sky of tomorrows.
I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say
at sundown:
Tomorrow is a day.”

- Carl Sandburg, Cornhuskers

So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold

On a dream she wants.

Let us go out in the fog, John, let us roll up our raincoat collars and go on the streets where men are sneering at the kings.

Out of the whirling womb of time come millions of men and their feet crowd the earth and they cut one another's throats for room to stand and among them all are not two thumbs alike.

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river and I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning

Le poete est un animal marin qui vit sur terre et qui voudrait voler.

SONG OF THE MAN WHO WAS TO BE HUNG The thunders will take me home, whenever I mind to go home, my friends, and the wind it will take me home, too.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;
I remember all you forget.
I will die as many times
as you make me over again.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

God, let me remember all good losers.

Man is born with rainbows in his heart and you'll never read him unless you consider rainbows.

Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff