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“Two all-important lessons of history stand clearly expressed in this our national Capitol. The first is that little of consequence is ever accomplished alone. High achievement is nearly always a joint effort, as has been shown again and again in these halls when the leaders of different parties, representatives from differing constituencies and differing points of view, have been able, for the good of the country, to put those differences aside and work together.”

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The American Spirit: Who We Are and What We Stand For

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David McCullough
David McCullough

David McCullough is an American historian and author renowned for his in-depth research and vivid storytelling. His works typically focus on significant individuals and events in American history, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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