Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Quote by Carl Sandburg

Topics: Carl Sandburg Quotes

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and...

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and...

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts...

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts...

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of...

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of...

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

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

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

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look...

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look...

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class...

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class...

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon...

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon...

Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.

Love your neighbor as yourself; but don't take down the fence.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems...

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems...

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus...

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus...

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends....

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends....

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to...

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to...

It is the business of little minds to shrink

It is the business of little minds to shrink

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after...

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after...

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a...

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a...

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains...

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains...

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

A poem begins with a lump in the throat