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

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

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

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

The home is a human institution. All human institutions are open to improvement.

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

God walks among the pots and pans.

At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.

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

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