This is the true nature of home – it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from all injury, but from all terror, doubt, division. In so far as it is not this, it is not home; so far as the anxieties of the outer life penetrate into it, the inconsistently-minded, unknown, unloved, or hostile society of the outer world is allowed by either husband or wife to cross the threshold, it ceases to be home; it is then only a part of that outer world which you have roofed over and lifted fire in.

John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies, 1897