From B. P. Wadia’s article “Little Things and Little Lives”:
The law of family-life is love-the motor-power without which a nucleus of Universal Brotherhood cannot be formed. The elders sacrifice in love for the younger members of the family; the children manifest love through gratitude and devotion to their elders; there must be sympathy and kindliness and affection between all….. The state of the family at home, as it honours abroad, are wholly dependent upon its morals- the way in which its members behave towards each other, and that behaviour almost wholly depends upon the yoga of self-respect….
The yoga of self-respect demands that a person cultivate some realization of his own divine and immortal nature; that he recognize that liberty of thought and speech and action for any one must be in accordance in conformity with the laws of that superior divine nature; that none is free to do as he pleases without a proper consideration for the place others occupy in the scheme of things; and lastly that each must learn, or has to be taught, to endeavour to regard the body as a Temple in which the Divinity of the Superior Mind has to become manifest.
Where thou art, that, is Home.
A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dream
L. Frank Braun from the Wizard of OZ
No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Home is the place where you are most thoroughly yourself, with no pretenses.
Home is like a garden, and the elder is the master landscaper, knowledgeable of the seasons, times for planting and pruning, and ritual significance and medicinal properties of flowers, herbs, fruits and leaves.
We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us.
Home is any four walls around the right person.
If men lived like men indeed, their houses would be temples--temples which we should hardly dare to injure, and in which it would make us holy to be permitted to live; and there must be a strange dissolution of natural affection, a strange unthankfulness for all that homes have given and parents taught, a strange consciousness that we have been unfaithful to our fathers' honour, or that our own lives are not such as would make our dwellings sacred to our children, when each man would fain build to himself, and build for the little revolution of his own life only.