Do not give in to the provocation of the devil

When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead

In order not to fall into isolation we have to be established in the house of God and focus on serving Him

Only the people who are rooted in the house of God will thrive, prosper, become rich and still have joy in every situation

It is dangerous to become useless to God

The only sacred home, you can live lies in your pure heart.

Wherever, I am welcome, there is my home.

Let thy sacred heart be thy holy home.

Home is where your heart is.

Every house is built by a man. But Maker is the Builder of life.

I have no house but glad to have a home.

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed in them.

A man's house is his stage. Others walk on to play their bit parts. Now and again a soliloquy, a birth, an adultery.

The surroundings householders crave are glorified autobiographies ghost-written by willing architects and interior designers who, like their clients, want to show off.

Though the house was not large it had, like all houses in Floral Heights, an altogether royal bathroom of porcelain and glazed tile and metal sleek as silver.

Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind, large ones weaken it.

The worst of a modern stylish mansion is, that it has no place for ghosts.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life; he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair the rest of his days.

Mexican homes as a rule are closed off to the world by high blank walls of yellowish masonry, topped with broken glass to discourage escaladores, or climbing burglars. The gardens and fountains and other delights are hidden, as in an Arab city.