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A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.
Category: Babies Author: Carl Sandburg
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The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off."
Category: Conformity Author: Carl Sandburg
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Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure if they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.
Category: Courage Author: Carl Sandburg
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A woman is like a tea bag. It's only when she's in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
Category: Feminism Author: Carl Sandburg
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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Category: Language Author: Carl Sandburg
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I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Category: Live Now Author: Carl Sandburg
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Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
Category: Math Author: Carl Sandburg
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Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Category: Math Author: Carl Sandburg
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Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
Category: Money Author: Carl Sandburg
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And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?
Category: Nature Author: Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Category: Poetry Author: Carl Sandburg Source: Poetry Considered
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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Category: Poetry Author: Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Category: Poetry Author: Carl Sandburg
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Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Category: Poetry Author: Carl Sandburg
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In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.
Category: Society Author: Carl Sandburg
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Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Category: War Author: Carl Sandburg
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