Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
Carl SandburgIf [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.
Carl SandburgAnd those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.
Carl Sandburg