''Home'' is any four walls that enclose the right person.
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
A house is a machine for living in.
A house means a family house, a place specially meant for putting children and men in so as to restrict their waywardness and distract them from the longing for adventure and escape they've had since time began.
A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home.
A man's home is his wife's castle.
A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.
An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed.
Any woman who understands the problems of running a home will be nearer to understanding the problems of running a country.
Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.
Be he a king or a peasant, he is happiest who finds peace at home.
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses — those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb — or Dome of Worm — or Porch of Gnome — or some Elf's Catacomb?
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.
Going home must be like going to render an account.
Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
He makes his home where the living is best.
Home — that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel's wings.
Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners.