A man may build the house, but the woman makes the home. A man puts a roof over your head so that you can sleep without the rain soaking you or the cold biting your bones. You flop in a house. You dwell in a home. . . . The home is the cradle wherein the child learns what love really is, and the mother and father also learn it—learn it by putting it into practice, giving of themselves for those small and weak and rarely very grateful creatures of their loins. A house is a wooden thing; a home is alive and warm.
Anthony Esolen, Out of the Ashes: Rebuilding American Culture, pg.122
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