Memory, Sacred
A house becomes sacred through memories and associations engraved on the heart.
Thus a house becomes sacred. Every room has a thousand memories. Every door and window is clustered with associations; and when, after long years, we go back to the house of our infancy, faces look out upon us, and an invisible multitude stand in gate and portal to welcome us, and we hear airy voices speaking again the old words of our childhood. Every man has a silent and solitary literature written by his heart upon the tables of stone in Nature; and, next to God's finger, a man's heart writes the most memorable things. Beecher.