There’s nothing like a mama-hug.

It's an honor. Something I really didn't expect to receive.

The post of honour is a private station.

Who sows virtue reaps honor.

My friend should honor him who honors me.

Honor the space between no longer and not yet.

Honor wears different coats to different eyes.

The ghosts of my heart strolled in.

It is not titles that honor men but men that honor titles.

A hug is a map to the heart's secret garden.

Hugs are the silent conversations of the heart.

I love hugging people. I still hug everybody in my meet-and-greet lines.

A hug is the embrace of acceptance.

Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.

A hug is a small gesture that carries immeasurable warmth.

Hugs are like time machines; they take you back to the moment when everything felt right.

A hug is a universal gesture that needs no translation.

A hug is the bridge between two souls.

Hugs are the canvas of compassion.