At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

People can say what they like about the eternal verities, love and truth and so on, but nothing’s as eternal as the dishes.

Being offended is the natural consequence of leaving one’s home.

It’s your business when your neighbor’s wall is in flames.

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

The home is a human institution. All human institutions are open to improvement.

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in / A minute to smile and an hour to weep in.

Every house: temple, empire, school.

Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet.

God walks among the pots and pans.

For what do we live but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place.