Men are merriest when they are from home.

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

God walks among the pots and pans.

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

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

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

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

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

One who is frivolous all day will never establish a household.

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