William Cullen Bryant Quotes
Father, thy hand
Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
And shot towards heaven.
William Cullen Bryant
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I want to, at the end of the day, be able to say, 'I am a runner.'
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Dana Perino
I want to write my own stuff, and, you know, it would be nice to put myself in it. But I would like to hope that there are going to be better roles offered as well and that I don't need to do everything. You know, like, I appreciate my career being somewhat DIY, but it would be nice to get some help.
Hari Kondabolu
It's easy when you have suffered to feel the link with what others have gone through.
Ingrid Betancourt
The checks and balances is a way to prevent government from either devolving into an autocratic tyranny or an autocratic mob mentality.
Beau Willimon
I'd like to go back to standup. I don't like to think I've done my last gig. At the moment it terrifies me, I get really nervous. It's a great buzz when it goes well.
Mackenzie Crook
My grandad was a miner. My father, brother, and uncles all work in industry.
Faye Marsay
I love to be in the position of not knowing what I'm gonna do, but having rehearsed all of those so when something happens with the others actors I go with whatever that is I'm getting.
Wayne Rogers
If this were all to go away tomorrow, all the big success, I would still be very happy going from bar to bar playing music for people.
Lady Gaga
Prince Philippe is well prepared to succeed me.
Albert II of Belgium
I did a Broadway show with Alan Alda and how much money can Alan Alda have.
Alice Barrett
Father, thy hand
Hath reared these venerable columns, thou
Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose
All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
And shot towards heaven.
William Cullen Bryant