Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.
And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?
Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
Above our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiastics: and fields of future fireside fables trail close behind
Distinction is an eminence that is attained but too frequently at the expense of a fireside.
Nobody is ever misunderstood at a fireside; he may only be disagreed with.
The real meaning of travel, like that of a conversation by the fireside, is the discovery of oneself through contact with other people, and its condition is self-commitment in the dialogue.
The day will come when men will recognize woman as his peer, not only at the fireside, but in councils of the nation. Then, and not until then, will there be the perfect comradeship, the ideal union between the sexes that shall result in the highest development of the race.
A man may surely be allowed to take a glass of wine by his own fireside.
Jane Austen has often been praised as a natural historian. She is a naturalist among tame animals. She does not study men (as Dostoevsky does) in his wild state before he has been domesticated. Her men and women are essentially men and women of the fireside.
The best travel is that which one can take by one's own fireside. In memory or imagination.
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.
The best pastimes for a true enjoyer of leisure who has to stay at home. . . : reading by the fireside. . . . Listening to music.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
The great common people of this country are slaves, and monopoly is the master. . . . The politicians said we suffered from overproduction. Overproduction, when 10,000 little children, so statistics tell us, starve to death every year in the United States. . . . We will stand by our homes and stay by our fireside by force if necessary, and we will not pay our debts to the loan-shark companies until the government pays its debts to us.
