"It is to Jesus Christ we owe the truth, the tenderness, the purity, the warm affection, the holy aspiration, which go together in that endearing word — home; for it is He who has made obedience so beautiful, and affection so holy; it is He who has brought the Father's home so near, and has taught us that love is of God."

"I never heard my father's or mother's voice once raised in any question with each other; nor saw any angry or even slightly hurt or offended glance in the eyes of either. I never heard a servant scolded, nor even suddenly, passionately, or in any severe manner, blamed; and I never saw a moment's trouble or disorder in any household matter."

"The pleasant converse of the fireside, the simple songs of home, the words of encouragement as I bend over my school - tasks, the kiss as I lie down to rest, the patient bearing with the freaks of my restless nature, the gentle counsels mingled with reproofs and approvals, the sympathy that meets and assuages every sorrow, and sweetens every little success — all these return to me amid the responsibilities which press upon me now, and I feel as if I had once lived in heaven, and, straying, had lost my way."

"The spirit and tone of your home will have great influence on your children. If it is what it ought to be, it will fasten conviction on their minds, however wicked they may become."

"A Christian home! What a power it is to the child when he is far away in the cold, tempting world, and voices of sin are filling his ears, and his feet stand on slippery places."

"The strength of a nation, especially of a republican nation, is in the intelligent and well-ordered homes of the people."

"In the homes of America are born the children of America; and from them go out into American life, American men and women. They go out with the stamp of these homes upon them; and only as these homes are what they should be, will they be what they should be."

"When home is ruled according to God's word, angels might be asked to stay a night with us, and they would not find themselves out of their element."

"There is no happiness in life, there is no misery like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home."

"They dreamt not of a perishable home."

"when you know the plants, you just feel more at home wherever you go"

"I read within a poet's book A word that starred the page, "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage." Yes, that is true, and something more: You'll find, where'er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls Can never make a home. But every house where Love abides And Friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home; For there the heart can rest."

"Though home be but homely, yet huswife is taught That home hath no fellow to such as have aught."

"Ma meason est a moy come mon castel, hors de quel le ley ne moy arta a fuer."

"That is my home of love."

"Gallus in sterquilinio suo plurimum potest."

"To fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please."

"Just the wee cot—the cricket's chirr— Love and the smiling face of her."

"My lodging is in Leather-Lane, A parlor that's next to the sky; 'Tis exposed to the wind and the rain, But the wind and the rain I defy."

"How could I go back to my home? I have people online bragging about putting dead animals through my mailbox. I’ve got some asshole in California who I’ve never talked to hiring a private investigator to stalk me. What am I going to do – go home and just wait until someone makes good on their threats? I’m scared that what it’s going to take to stop this is the death of one of the women who’s been targeted."

"'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Home."

"Subduing and subdued, the petty strife, Which clouds the colour of domestic life; The sober comfort, all the peace which springs From the large aggregate of little things; On these small cares of daughter, wife or friend, The almost sacred joys of home depend."

"Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?"

"His home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."

"Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth."

"I in my own house am an emperor, And will defend what's mine."

"A house of dreams untold, It looks out over the whispering treetops, And faces the setting sun."

"Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best."

"Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, Unsavory bread, and herbs that scatter'd grow Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow; Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside."

"Our law calleth a man's house, his castle, meaning that he may defend himselfe therein."

"As a lodge in a garden of cucumbers."

"I think some orator commenting upon that fate said that though the winds of heaven might whistle around an Englishman's cottage, the King of England could not."

"The beauty of the house is order, The blessing of the house is contentment, The glory of the house is hospitality, The crown of the house is godliness."

"Home is where the heart is."

"Who hath not met with home-made bread, A heavy compound of putty and lead— And home-made wines that rack the head, And home-made liquors and waters? Home-made pop that will not foam, And home-made dishes that drive one from home— * * * * * * Home-made by the homely daughters."

"Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!""

"His native home deep imag'd in his soul."

"The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land."

"What if in Scotland's wilds we veil'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 nobody at home But Jumping Joan, And father and mother and I."

"The house is a castle which the King cannot enter."

"I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aften whiles, For the longed-for hame-bringing an' my Father's welcome smiles."

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

"The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose."

"Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior."

"My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls."

"I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel— Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls."

"To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life."

"No outward doors of a man's house can in general be broken open to execute any civil process; though in criminal cases the public safety supersedes the private."

"The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away."