God walks among the pots and pans.

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

Every house: temple, empire, school.

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

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

Men are merriest when they are from home.

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

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.

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