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

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

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

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

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

One who is frivolous all day will never establish a household.

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

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.

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