When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – 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
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect. – Carl Sandburg
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky – or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time. – Carl Sandburg