Where thou art, that is home.
Parenting, at its best, comes as naturally as laughter. It is automatic, involuntary, unconditional love.
If this world affords true happiness, it is to be found in a home where love and confidence increase with the years, where the necessities of life come without severe strain, where luxuries enter only after their cost has been carefully considered.
There are four things a child needs: plenty of love, nourishing food, regular sleep, and lots of soap and water.
Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.
An easygoing husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.
My father got me strong and straight and slim And I give thanks to him. My mother bore me glad and sound and sweet, I kiss her feet.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word-father.
He who leaves his house in search of happiness pursues a shadow.
If solid happiness we prize, within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; the world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut-our home.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.
He who would be happy should stay at home.
Every family is a "normal" family- no matter whether it has one parent, two, or no children at all.
Within our family there was no such thing as a person who did not matter. Second cousins thrice removed mattered.
All the wealth of the world cannot be compared with the happiness of living together happily united.
There's a thread that binds all of us together, pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line.
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
