"You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, … back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time-back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."

"Home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty; where Supporting and supported, polished friends And dear relations mingle into bliss."

"I rushed to Mother clasped her in a tight embrace, and with resolute tones, proclaimed, 'Mother! I'll never make another home! I'll stay forever young! '"

"The home is not always ruined by outsiders; sometimes those within the family ruin it even more severely."

"If strong trust is not knotted in the foundation of love, a home that could shield its inhabitants could not be built. And life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

"Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits."

"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this."

"Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again."

"Barack Obama has failed America. When he took office, the economy was in recession.… Three years later, foreclosures are still at record levels. Three years later the prices of homes continue to fall."

"A happy home is the single spot of rest which a man has upon this earth for the cultivation of his noblest sensibilities."

"Truly we are belong to God, and to Him we shall eventually come home"

"Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd when I enter my home, many homes seem to be waiting for me to give a shape to this life which is about to perish."

"The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter,—the rain may enter,—but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!"

"'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which sought through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere."

"What you choose to call hell, he calls home."

"It is for homely features to keep home. They had their name thence."

"I do not go quite the length of the modern philosopher, who asserts that our nature is not wholly sophisticated so long as we retain our juvenile predilection in favour of apple-dumpling; but I do think that the affection which clings to the home of our childhood — the early love which lingers round the flowers we have sown, the shrubs we have planted — is, though a simple, a sweet and purifying influence on the character. I cannot help thinking, that the drooping bough, the fairy-like rose, lend something of their own grace to one who has loved them and made them her companions."

"Usually, home is associated with a physical space, whether that is a building, neighborhood, town, city, or country; sometimes all that comes to mind are the four walls of a room. Home is where, when you walk in the door, you recognize the smell of clean clothes, stir-fry, or the scent of a field of wheat. It's the light that shines through the window each night, casting familiar shadows. It's waking up in the morning and walking around without needing to turn on the light. For me, however, all of these feelings are scattered since my home is a collection of specific spaces that make me feel good when I'm in them. I walk around La Cerdanya and suddenly feel at home, but the illusion disappears in the blink of an eye. I go back to Chamonix and the smell of fall welcomes me — I feel at home, but the spell is soon broken. In Nepal, too, the relaxed feeling of home sometimes takes hold of me for a moment. I can often feel more like I'm in my own place in some unknown country than when I'm in the house I've paid for and made my own, where some days I feel like a total stranger."

"Appeles us'd to paint a good housewife upon a snayl; which intimated that she should be as slow from gadding abroad, and when she went she should carry her house upon her back; that is, she should make all sure at home."

"My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial."

"Now, with a rush of old memories, how clearly it stood up before him, in the darkness! Shabby indeed, and small and poorly furnished, and yet his, the home he had made for himself, the home he had been so happy to get back to after his day's work. And the home had been happy with him, too, evidently, and was missing him, and wanted him back, and was telling him so, through his nose, sorrowfully, reproachfully, but with no bitterness or anger; only with plaintive reminder that it was there, and wanted him."

"The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day."

"How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy."

"At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board."

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in."

"How does it feel, how does it feel? To be without a home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone."

"Home and heaven are not so far separated as we sometimes think. Nay, they are not separated at all, for they are both in the same great building. Home is the lower story, and is located down here on the ground floor; heaven is above stairs, in the second and "third" stories; and as one after another the family is called to come up higher, that which seemed to be such a strange place begins to wear a familiar aspect; and when at last not one is left below, the home is transferred to heaven, and heaven is home."

"And when you return home – to your house – think upon others Such as those who live in tents."

"A man is not really a true man until he owns his own home, and they that own their homes are made more honorable and honest and pure, true and economical and careful, by owning the home."

"A man's house is his castle — et domus sua cuique est tutissimum refugium."

"Judaism recognized the home as being a co-partner with the synagogue in the nurturing of spirituality, and accorded the woman, as primary home-maker, the greatest consideration."

"Home is home, though it be never so homely."

"When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones i' the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close— It's—Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and dew, and home again!"

"Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter."

"At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee."

"Sitting with my gin or whisky afterwards I would often manage to get into conversation with some lonely man or other – usually an exile like myself – and the talk would be about the world, air-routes and shipping-lines, drinking-places thousands of miles away. Then I felt happy, felt I had come home, because home to people like me is not a place but all places, all places except the one we happen to be in at the moment."

"Malignum Spernere vulgus."

"[The] public path of life Is dirty."

"Our supreme governors, the mob."

"Les préjugés, ami, sont les rois du vulgaire."

"Vox omnibus una."

"Scinditur incertum studia in contraria vulgus."

"Sævitque animis ignobile vulgus, Jamque faces et saxa volant."

"The public be damned."

"It is to the middle class we must look for the safety of England."

"Neque mala, vel bona, quæ vulgus putet."

"Vulgus ignavum et nihil ultra verba ausurum."

"Grex venalium."

"Laymen say, indeed, How they take no heed Their sely sheep to feed, But pluck away and pull The fleeces of their wool."

"Many-headed multitude."