Maxioms by Carl Sandburg
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
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
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
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.
