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The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it -- can't help trying to interest her nearest read more
The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it -- can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
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.
A house is a machine for living in.
A house is a machine for living in.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.
My whinstone house my castle is,
I have my own four walls.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
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.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And read more
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
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!
