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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Men are merriest when they are from home.

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