To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass. Carl Sandburg More Quotes by Carl Sandburg More Quotes From Carl Sandburg I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts. Carl Sandburg lasts knowing beautiful We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough. Carl Sandburg guidance literature enough You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget. Carl Sandburg bedroom forget remember I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor. Carl Sandburg new-year party doubt I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen. Carl Sandburg style literature writing I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world. Carl Sandburg aging age world I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie. Carl Sandburg black ties long There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds. Carl Sandburg woods clouds bird I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct. Carl Sandburg textbooks taken class And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist. Carl Sandburg dust poetry running Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time. Carl Sandburg nice math blue POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog. Carl Sandburg frogs golden moon I been a wanderin' Carl Sandburg cities new-york looks I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion. Carl Sandburg day-and-night night years We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong. Carl Sandburg colossal I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me. Carl Sandburg hard-work writing past My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself. Carl Sandburg wire cutting firsts History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it. Carl Sandburg horse doors book There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them. Carl Sandburg understanding literature men Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away? Carl Sandburg snickers horse doe
