So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Carl SandburgHere is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
Carl SandburgOrdering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.
Carl Sandburg