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

One who is frivolous all day will never establish a household.

Men are merriest when they are from home.

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

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

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?

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

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

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