Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend. – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Journals, 1843
When I was growing up, my mother was always a friend to my siblings and me (in addition to being all the other things a mom is), and I was always grateful for that because I knew she was someone I could talk to and joke with, and argue with and that nothing would ever harm that friendship. – Marlo Thomas

