Slang is language which takes off its coat spits on its hands - and goes to work.

— Carl Sandburg

Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.

— Carl Sandburg

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

— Carl Sandburg

So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their child came it should be a *free* child. "It must be a free child," they said to each other. "It must not be a child standing still all its life on a street corner. Yes, if we have a child she mists be free to run across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea. Yes, it must be a free child." So time passed on. Their child came. It was a railroad train, the Golden Spike Limited, the fastest long distance train in the Rutabaga Country. It ran across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea.

— Carl Sandburg

Stormy husky brawling City of the Big Shoulders.

— Carl Sandburg

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

— Carl Sandburg

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

— Carl Sandburg

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

— Carl Sandburg

The past is a bucket of ashes so live not in your yesterdays nor just for tomorrow but in the here and now.

— Carl Sandburg

There are people who want to be everywhere at once and they get nowhere.

— Carl Sandburg