Home is the girl’s prison and the woman’s workhouse.

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

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

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

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

Hatred of domestic work is a natural and admirable result of civilization.

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

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

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?

I quit life as from an inn, not as from a home.

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

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