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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The checks and balances is a way to prevent government from either devolving into an autocratic tyranny or an autocratic mob mentality.
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Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.
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I grew up in a broken home, working class. My paternal grandmother raised me and my brother; my father was with us, and my mother lived in Jersey.
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I never save things and I never take pictures. I wanna live in the moment. I don't wanna be focusing on the past.
Angelina Jolie
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