Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburg
Carl Sandburgwas an American poet, writer, and editor who won three Pulitzer Prizes: two for his poetry and one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln. During his lifetime, Sandburg was widely regarded as "a major figure in contemporary literature", especially for volumes of his collected verse, including Chicago Poems, Cornhuskers, and Smoke and Steel. He enjoyed "unrivaled appeal as a poet in his day, perhaps because the breadth of his experiences connected him with so many strands of American life",...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1878
CountryUnited States of America
Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln never saw a movie, heard a radio or looked at television. They had 'Loneliness' and knew what to do with it. They were not afraid of being lonely because they knew that was when the creative mood in them would work.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
Didn't you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening's) extra special nice? Yes--she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries for pity when she wants pity. And she shuts her eyes when she doesn't want to look at you. And if you look deep in her eyes when her eyes are open you will see lights there exactly like the lights on the pastures and the meadows when the mist is drifting on a Wednesday evening just between the twilight and gloaming.
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.
To be a good loser is to learn how to win.
Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law.
Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.