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.

He is no fool who gives that which he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. -Jim Elliot.

He is no fool who gives that which he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. -Jim Elliot.

The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.

The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

If I had always served God as I have served you, Madam, I should
not have great account to read more

If I had always served God as I have served you, Madam, I should
not have great account to render at my death.

Only those who have learned the power of sincere and selfless contribution experience life's deepest joy: true fulfillment.. -Anthony Robbins.

Only those who have learned the power of sincere and selfless contribution experience life's deepest joy: true fulfillment.. -Anthony Robbins.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life read more

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson.

When autumn scatters his departing gleams,
Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play
The swallow-people; and toss'd wide read more

When autumn scatters his departing gleams,
Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play
The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around,
O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
The feather'd eddy floats; rejoicing once,
Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.