Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. – 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
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural. – Carl Sandburg
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg