When there was room on the ledge outside of the pots and boxes for a cat, the cat was there – in sunny weather – stretched out at full length, asleep and blissful, with her furry belly to the sun and a paw curved over her nose. Then that house was complete, and its contentment […]
Do not decide that someone is good until you see how he or she acts at home.
My old stomping ground.
It takes a heap o’ children to make a home that’s true, And home can be a palace grand, or just a plain, old shoe; But if it has a mother dear, and a good old dad or two, Why, that’s the sort of good old home for good old me and you.
How can you worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?
Home is home, be it ever so humble.
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 […]
One of the elements of a happy home is a careful attention to courtesy. Family affection may be strong and devoted, but it is hard to realize it when the manner is hasty, the speech sarcastic or fault finding.
It is a foul bird that fills his own nest.
‘Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down, Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings, But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things. So it’s home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home […]