What did Carl Sandburg mean by: Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps. - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA Copy
+ The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody’s time never watches the foreman never talks back. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Machines, Technology, Watches, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Conformity, Reading, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Birthday, Optimism, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ I won’t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Religion, religious, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Clothes, Liars, Lying, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven’t told the girl you are smitten with her. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Girl, Literature, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Decay, Forget, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
+ The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite. Feraz Zeid, December 24, 2023January 10, 2024, Carl Sandburg, Children, Drinking, Simple, 0 - Carl Sandburg Writer · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
