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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

God walks among the pots and pans.