Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg
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. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg
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. – Carl Sandburg
When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along. – Carl Sandburg