The first treatise on the interior of the body, which is to say, the treatise that gave the body an interior , written by Henri De Mondeville in the fourteenth century, argues that the body is a house, the house of the soul, which like any house can ...
After all, what is suffering but an awareness of suffering?
I send messages to the White House continuously.
It kills me not to be there, not to be in the White House doing what needs to be done.
The dream was not to put one black family in the White House, the dream was to make everything equal in everybody's house.
Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.
A great opera house isn't run by a director, but by a great administrator.
Too many Christians are living in a house of fear and not in the house of love.
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the White House.
A white boy that makes C's in college can make it to the White House.
We got some devastating reviews on Animal House at the start.
If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.
I was never invited to the White House.
Second terms in the White House open the way for second thoughts.
In Europe, they travel a lot lighter. I always joke that my Indonesian passengers bring their house and their neighbor's house.
George Taylor: It's a mad house! A mad house!
I'm enjoying the money, the big house, the cars; what ghetto kid wouldn't?
I dropped my bag to the floor and the sound echoed throughout the house. No one shouted, "who's home?" or "Cassie? Is that you?". Instead the house gobbled up the sound as if it didn't know when the next taste of noise would come. Then again, the hou...
A saboteur in the house of art and a comedienne in the house of art theory, Lawler has spent three decades documenting the secret life of art. Functioning as a kind of one-woman CSI unit, she has photographed pictures and objects in collectors' homes...
It’s not just the books Alba craves, it’s standing inside a place that houses millions of them. Libraries are Alba’s churches, and the university library, containing one edition of every book ever published in England, is her cathedral.
You are not there, Father,” I cried. “I wake up at Gaudlin Hall, I spend most of my day there, I sleep there at night. And throughout it all there is but one thought running through my mind.” “And that is?” “This house is haunted.
