Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
The home should be the treasure chest of living.
Your home should tell the story of who you are, and be a collection of what you love.
The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
Clutter is the enemy of serenity.
The details are not the details. They make the design.
Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams.
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.
Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.
There is no place like home.
Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.
Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends.
A house is made of bricks and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.