When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard. – Carl Sandburg

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard. – Carl Sandburg
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems and remember, no one can get the jump on the future. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg
The flowery Path of Poetry but ill accords with the thorny Mazes of the Law; in the one I have wandered with rapture from Infancy, and I have endeavoured to grace the other with a simple but lasting Ornament—Integrity of Heart. – Charles Snart, “Dedication, to Robert Lowe, Esq. Oxton,” 1807 January 1st, Newar