Carl Sandburg Quotations | Page 2

The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.

Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.

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.

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 and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.

I am an idealist. I believe in everything — I am only looking for proofs.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

There is no song to your singing.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

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 and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.