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

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

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

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

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

God walks among the pots and pans.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

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

Men are merriest when they are from home.

It’s your business when your neighbor’s wall is in flames.