[I]f any one had asked what gifts she desired most, she would have answered with a look more pathetic than any shivering child had given her: “I want the sound of a loving voice; the touch of a friendly hand.” – Louisa May Alcott, “Seamstress,” Work: A Story of Experience, 1873

If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com