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

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

Every house: temple, empire, school.

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

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

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

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.

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

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