All Carl Sandburg Quotes
- Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent. Coin
- There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward. Afterward
- Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them… All
- The fog comes on little cat feet. Cat
- Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it. Care
- The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away. Dead
- A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes. Clothes
- To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard. All
- Beware of advice-even this. Advice
- There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name… All
- Nothing happens... but first a dream. Dream
- Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer. Answer
- Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders. Big
- Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock… Arrive
- I am an idealist. I believe in everything — I am only looking for proofs. Believe
- What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again. Bells
- If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers,… Along
- I want to do the right thing, but often I don't know just what the right thing is. Every day I know I have come… Air
- What if they gave a war and nobody came? Came
- There is no song to your singing. Inspirational
- What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing? All
- Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life… All
- Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. Blossom
- Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head. Arithmetic
- A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies. Deceit