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

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.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet.

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

Every house: temple, empire, school.

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

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.