The
walls of a house are not built of wood, brick or stone, but of truth and
loyalty, faith, hope and love. Unpleasant sounds of grumbling, the friction of living, the clash of
personalities, are not deadened by Persian rugs of polished floors, but by
reconciliation and forgiveness. The house is not a structure where bodies meet, but a hearthstone upon which flames
mingle, separate flames of souls, which, the more perfectly they unite, the
more clearly they shine and the straighter they rise to heaven. Your
house is a fortress in a troubled world, where a woman’s hand buckles on your
armor in the early morning dew, and soothes ever so gently your fatigue and
wounds in the starry, moonlit nights.
The
beauty of a house is harmony.
The
security if the house is loyalty.
The
joy of a house is love.
The
plenty of a house is in children.
The
rule of a house is order.
The
comfort of a house is in contented spirits.
The
strength of a house is cooperation.
The
maker of a house is God himself.
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