Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. – Carl Sandburg
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. – Carl Sandburg

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. – Carl Sandburg
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. – Carl Sandburg
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. – Carl Sandburg
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings. – Carl Sandburg
But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language, his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded, but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry. – Chinua Achebe