A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in its permanence, in its capacity for accretion and solidification, in its quality of representing, in all its details, the personalities of the people who live in it.

Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground.

Plasticity loves new moulds because it can fill them, but for a man of sluggish mind and bad manners there is decidedly no place like home.

Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.

There are people who were born to stay home rather than follow the beckonings of their imagination: the Emma Bovarys and Anna Kareninas of this world.

Everybody's always talking about people breaking into houses ... but there are more people in the world who want to break out of houses.

Home is where you hang your head.

Home is where the heartache is.

Home is where you come to when you have nothing better to do.

In Japan, homeless people are called johatsu, meaning wandering spirit or one who has lost his identity.