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We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.
The American spirit wears no political label. In service to others and yes, in sacrifice for our country, there are read more
The American spirit wears no political label. In service to others and yes, in sacrifice for our country, there are no Republicans; there are no Democrats; there are only Americans.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
If something comes to life in others because of you, then you have made an approach to immortality. -Norman Cousins.
If something comes to life in others because of you, then you have made an approach to immortality. -Norman Cousins.
You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you. -John read more
You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you. -John Wooden.
I am ashamed of my master and not of my servitude.
[Lat., Domini pudet non servitutis.]
I am ashamed of my master and not of my servitude.
[Lat., Domini pudet non servitutis.]
If someone listens, or strectches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a read more
If someone listens, or strectches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen. -Loretta Girzartis.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, read more
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. -Edward Young.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? read more
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -Vincent Van Gogh.
