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
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. – Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. – T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1919