“She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...” ― Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

 Yes, that is true; and something more

You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.
-Henry van Dyke