What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?

The lamp was no longer giving any light beyond its own daylighted chimney, and Mrs. Gudger put it out. Even now, with the hot load of the breakfast inside me, I was stiff with cold and was not yet well awake.

It is nothing won to admit men with an open door, and to receive them with a shut and reserved countenance.

The hospitable instinct is not wholly altruistic. There is pride and egoism mixed up with it.

When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.

Withdraw thy foot from they neighbor's house; lest he be weary of thee, and so hate thee.

A house may draw visitors, but it is the possessor alone that can detain them.

Happy the man who never puts on a face, but receives every visitor with that countenance he has on.

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.

It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.