Explore Quotes by Carl Sandburg

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

All we need to begin with is a #‎ dream that we can do better than before. All we need to have is faith, and that dream will come true. All we need to do is act, and the time for action is now.

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.

Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

All my life I have been trying to learn, to read, to see and hear, and to write. At sixty-five I began my first novel and after the five years, lacking a month, I took to finish it, I was still traveling, still a seeker.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

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.

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

There is no song to your singing.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

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 short of what I would like to have done. Yet as the years pass and I see the very world itself, with its oceans and mountains and plains, as something unfinished, a peculiar little satisfaction hunts out the corners of my heart. Sunsets and evening shadows find me regretful at task's undone, but sleep and the dawn and the air of the morning touch me with freshening hopes. Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

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, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

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

I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.