Quotations About / On:
Going home must be like going to render an account.
(Joseph Conrad (1857-1924), Polish-born British novelist. Marlow, in Lord Jim, ch. 21 (1900).)
One cleans someone else's threshold of consciousness only if one's own home is dirty.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer. Trans. by Harry Zohn, originally published in Beim Wort genommen (1955). Half-Truths and One-and-a-Half Truths, University of Chicago Press (1990).)
Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Sixth Selection, New York (1989).)
I gleaned jests at home from obsolete farces.
(Samuel Johnson (1709-1784), British author, lexicographer. Rambler (London, July 23, 1751), no. 141.)
flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. "The Encantadas" (1854), sketch tenth, The Piazza Tales and Other Prose Pieces 1839-1860, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 9, eds. Harrison Hayford, Alma A. MacDougall, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1987).)
Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!
(Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), British poet, critic. Essays in Criticism, preface, First Series (1865).
Referring to Oxford University; see Arnold's comment on "cities.")
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adam, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 2, l. 9.
Orland's good reputation has made his brother hate him.)
A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 1, l. 8-9.
On a battle won with almost no loss of life.)
All you that kiss my Lady Peace at home.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 2, l. 207-8.
To the Chief Justice, as Falstaff goes off to fight rebels.)
It is after we get home that we really go over the mountain, if ever.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Letter, November 16, 1857, to Harrison Blake, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 321, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)