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

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

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

Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

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

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

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

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

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.