An exile with no home anywhere is a corpse without a grave.

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

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

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

I quit life as from an inn, not as from a 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.

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

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

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