To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard. – Carl Sandburg
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – 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
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – Carl Sandburg
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg