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

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

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

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

God walks among the pots and pans.

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

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.

Every house: temple, empire, school.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.