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There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my read more
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the read more
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
Go big or go home. Because it's true. What do you have to lose?
Go big or go home. Because it's true. What do you have to lose?
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes read more
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.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
