For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, read more

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to

What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where read more

What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.

There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and read more

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.

Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.

Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.

The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid waste or read more

The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid waste or eaten within twenty four hours.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.