A Quote by Marcus Aurelius

The man who has a house everywhere has a home nowhere — © Marcus Aurelius
The man who has a house everywhere has a home nowhere
And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them
I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
We don't see the people who are doing real things getting enough props. We often see politicians who are everywhere but nowhere at the same goddamn time. You know the kind of person: You see them everywhere on television but nowhere in front of your face.
Traveling carries with it the curse of being at home everywhere and yet nowhere, for wherever one is some part of oneself remains on another continent.
There will be a machina mundi whose centre, so to speak, is everywhere, whose circumference is nowhere, for God is its circumference and centre and He is everywhere and nowhere.
I will seek the presidency with nothing to fall back on but the judgment of the people, and nowhere to go but the White House or home.
I'm everywhere, baby, I'm everywhere. And I'm nowhere, I'm like a ghost.
Home. One place is just like another, really. Maybe not. But truth is it's all just rock and dirt and people are roughly the same. I was born up there but I'm no stranger here. Have always felt at home everywhere, even in Virginia, where they hate me. Everywhere you go there's nothing but the same rock and dirt and houses and people and deer and birds. They give it all names, but I'm at home everywhere. Odd thing: unpatriotic. I was at home in England. I would be at home in the desert. In Afghanistan or far Typee. All mine, it all belongs to me. My world.
I will seek the presidency with nothing to fall back on but the judgment of the people of the United States, and nowhere to go but the White House or home.
A great variety of reading confuses and does not teach. It makes the student like a man who dwells everywhere and, therefore, nowhere in particular.
I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.
We all know the tragedy of the dustbowls, the cruel unforgivable erosions of the soil, the depletion of fish or game, and the shrinking of the noble forests. And we know that such catastrophes shrivel the spirit of the people... The wilderness is pushed back, man is everywhere. Solitude, so vital to the individual man, is almost nowhere.
You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?” “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?
I hunt everywhere for a life worth living and a knowledge worth knowing. Having roots nowhere, I have everywhere to go.
When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.
I have a few homes. I have my family home in Adelaide where my parents and my brothers and sisters are, and I have a few friends and my place where I used to live in Sydney, and then my husband and our family in London, so... I'm from everywhere and nowhere.
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