God walks among the pots and pans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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