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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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