A man's house is his castle.

A man's home is his wife's castle.

Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul.

My father had a flat rule. He believed that every man's house was his castle. He had a flat rule: no man could come in his house without his permission.

My dear sister, I hope, when God Almighty in his righteous providence shall take me out of time into eternity, that it will be by a flash of lightning.

We built the castle, and they're stealing the furniture.