Maxioms by Carl Sandburg
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes in the morning.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes in the morning.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
