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

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

An American will build a house in which to pass his old age and sell it before the roof is on.

Every house: temple, empire, school.

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

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.

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?

Men are merriest when they are from home.