I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.

They would not find me changed from him they knew - only more sure of all I thought was true.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

The best thing we're put here for's to see; The strongest thing that's given us to see with's a telescope. Someone in every town, seems to me, owes it to the town to keep one.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.