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

Domestic happiness depends upon the ability to overlook.

Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.

You Can't Go Home Again.

Where shall I go ... where is my home, that I can call it my own? To the West? No-where I was born. Shall it be my native home and remain inviolate? I hoped it was so, but alas, it is not so. Our people are in the state of a great dilemma-to go or stay-but must go, says the government of the U.S. Humanity speaks: they may stay. They ought to enjoy the home of their fathers.