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

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

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

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

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

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

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

An exile with no home anywhere is a corpse without a grave.

Every house: temple, empire, school.

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