Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.
Carl SandburgPoetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
Carl SandburgIt is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Carl Sandburg